"Language is, by default, a lie, a subterfuge. Words that can be written are not worth being read. The point must hide behind the words. A book must be a razor blade, its cold steel slashing into the soft tissue of the brain. Or should it be like an axe, to tackle the entangled writhing forest of vile atrocities spewing forth delusions summarily called the mind? We shall see. I offer you a compendium of curiosities, a mad preacher’s voice a treacherous lifeline... for a book must be as mad as the world, a chapbook of varying degrees of lunacy, to be opened at random, hints dropped and premises a map in the dark."
A chilling kaleidoscope of the grotesque, the philosophical, and the mystifying,,,, blurs the lines between philosophy, history, and anthropology, enveloping you in a rich tapestry of human struggle and the eternal quest for meaning... a masterclass in macabre provocation and introspective exploration... and other P.R. blurb blabber.