"It Has Eyes." Indeed, it does. "But...what has eyes?" They ask. That's for you to decide. This story is a lyrical piece, with rhythm and flow, much like an epic poem. Our narrator is a self-destructive, world-adored frontman of an international rock 'n roll band, "Cuntmother." Lyrics regarding the details of murder enter his mind without warning. An unknown muse artfully implants verses about "The North American 'Stabber", into the vocalists song content. This novel shifts points of view throughout, between the following: The famous lyricist, un-named. The serial killer, Snow Liapis. A young detective, Jane Duplessis. And, YOU. Yes, this book forces you into the passenger seat. Being powerless, you cannot change the outcome. On a forced march through the depths of my imagination, I plant you in the center of my universe of depravity and chaos. Unlike any other book (I know of), this one plays out much like a musical on paper. Demented truth, and twisted honesty. Are these qualities? Imperfections? What are humans capable of? What truly lies on the "other side"? Read my words if you dare to. Poetry and filth. Beauty and smut. To describe this story in 3 words... "So much fun."