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  1. Doctor


A Lazy drawling swamp fever crawl beats a path from the river’s edge to the nape of your neck. Sway. God damn it sway like the loose jawed hungover sick dog you know you are. Lick those lips flavoured by the residue of Southern beat experience and dream. Dream of the night to come, the liquor, the song, the next sticky embrace. And when all else fails you can always call
the Doctor.