Raw Meat Caverns

Everyone knows that the New New Thing in TinselToyLand is not Frame Grabbers or Chlorophobes, nor even is it Ronald Reagan's corpse lurching out of its grave to "introduce" a fresh crop of crib-dwellers to the horror of his new underwear smell, Oceans of Lint. No, the Real New Fresh Thing is that thing no one can go to sleep around without banging dead on against his forehead dangling, like a ravaged uvula or a half-eaten corpse dangling from every mouth-roof. The Freshest, Newest, most mouth-wateringly Real of all New New Things currently ripping the flesh off of the marketplace is the thing we all see now every time we turn on our television sets. Yes You Know What I'm Talking About. I'm talking about that ravenous gaping wound in the mindscape. I'm talking about Raw Meat Caverns.