Garrett James Dillon has control over everything yet controls nothing at all. He's a fever dream prospering in a surreal reality, releasing words like a shotgun blast to the reader's chest. No other writer since Charles Bukowski and William S. Burroughs has captured the hallucinatory essence of darkness concurrently weaving in the luminescent glow of pure bliss seen whilst looking up from the gutter. The Politics of Projectile Corpses is a book of poetry for the hedonistic punk anarchist who lives in us all. @garrett.james.dillon
