"My Eyes are Nailed, But Still I See"

Johnson Milhone’s mind is a world unto

itself—maybe several worlds. Therapy doesn’t penetrate, but nails do.

Leather doesn’t sew easily, and pigs don’t talk—but don’t tell Johnson.

Enter a world where spiders stalk sentient stuffed animals that may or

may not be carved from the flesh of family members who may or may not

be psychotic killers, slaves, and sadistic torturers. Find new uses for

lime green Jell-O and lose it as a viable dessert. Find new darkness in

Poe’s Pit and the Pendulum

and dine at the best table at the Fear Factory. Learn why you should only keep toothpicks

in the drawer if you really trust your mother, or your brother, and never—ever—fish in Scotland at Midnight. My

Eyes Are Nailed, But Still I See is the culmination of an odyssey through a warped young

mind that leads one way, and then another, through gruesome imagery and psychotic

delusion to an ultimate truth you will never see coming.