I want my last days to be in New Orleans
The idea had fell down a long set of stairs.
New Orleans
I await.
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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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Will you be in a hospital bed, or on your feet?
The light on the lamp post has been lit for you. It will burn untill your arrival.
Voodo dolls in your possession will see to it that you do arrive.
As you submerse yourself in the darker side of things,be aware of everything,and write it all down.
Don't read what you have written,
thats's for other people to do.
Live the life,like there's no tomorrow.
...untill there isn't one.
jd
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