Tim Molloy, you are a very unwell puppy...
One part Lovecraft, one part Kafka, one part Burroughs, one part Cronenberg, and all "out there". Not since Neonomicon has a graphic novel made me feel so unconfortable. Our eponymous hero, accompanied by his pet homunculus (a bite of whose flesh transports our hero to distant dimensions), embarks upon a series of bizarre adventures where inexplicably ends up murdering himself / being decapitated / impregnated / attacked by robot monkeys, etc.
My favourite line:"Thrice, I engaged in forbidden congress with ravenous succubi in exchange for dominion over lower forms of insects."
Oh, and Max Planck is an interplanetary Steve Irwin.