The hungry city, puking eyeballs.  Sweet, secret-witch artsploitation.  Baroque, stylish and the best kind of dumb.  Sad and vicious.  The neon demon lives in electrical currants coursing through toys for young girls.  The neon demon hangs out by the sea, walks around the salt flats, writes letters home.  Here’s the neon demon, his mouth on her mouth, her mouth on hers.