Title: Brian Warner's Divine Comedy
Product review: Though this book was probably meant to be a declaration of Brian Warner's self-proclaimed brilliance, it is instead a moronic exploration into the life of a decaying human being. This person obviously has a very limited view of philosophies, which can be evidenced through his excuse of explaining away his ignorance with the statement that he is a contradiction. The contradiction seems to extend into the area of his fluctuation between being a "superstar" and being a common cocaine addict. His discovery of self is a delusional one that folds back onto itself until he realizes that he has not moved the slightest bit forward in his quest to know himself. The book itself is a pitiful attempt to exhibit just how shocking a person can be if they wither away in front of millions while yelling the words, "performance art". In the end, all one can do is feel pity for this sad human being while discarding his book as an empty vessel of self-hatred masked as discovery.
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