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Old Bull Lee

Posted to WritersAndGenres

"So here we are in this no -horse town strictly from cough syrup. And vomited up the syrup and drove on and on, cold spring wind whistling through that old heap around our
shivering sick sweating bodies and the cold you always come down with when the junk runs out of you... On through the peeled landscape, dead armadillos in the road and the vultures over the swamp and cypress stumps.Motels with beaverboard walls, gas heater, thin pink blankets.
Interant short con and carny hype men have burned down thecroakers of Texas."

From "Naked Lunch"