A couple of hangovers into it now.
Last night sober
feels good today.
Monkeys and waves
body surfed the afternoon.
Two more days here
then on the move.
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About Me
- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
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what do those monkeys sound like? What's with all those tents? the crammed in humanity, lollying in the heat?
if you crack a coconut, lay it down with words. lots of them. and lay it down solid brother. "and don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work." Dr. Sax.
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