strange things i've named

in this book of experimental prose and poetry julius henry unleashes a world of madness; a world where nothing is sacred every taboo is shattered; where blood hungry satyrs walk backward through liquid streets.strange things i’ve named is a work of uncompromising vision unlike anything you’ve read before.from the book:I am a man—I am a god—witness the birth of a new form of literature— witness the rotting corpses of our buried pasts—the soaring fountains of meat and blood—where words flow like water—the cacklin jackals laugh at your satire—your emptiness is open—brutal honesty grips you like black cancerous fists—and eyeballs are cinematic windows—all words are mere words but liquid words excite me—I hold cancer like vodka—see—and uncontrolled visions of bloody orgasms explode in your head—