Sloppy Collusions

It’s hard not to think of things to write about. In fact, it’s my dilemma. A boring dilemma, indeed. So when I sit at/with my Hermes Baby the question is never where/how to start but when/how to stop. I’ve read that W. Burroughs’ biggest problem was that he wrote so unconsciously. That is, he never wrote thinking about what he wrote. No. Maybe that’s wrong. I think what I’m trying to say is that W. Burroughs had a hard time getting published on account when he wrote he didn’t really care to make what he wrote… readable. Does that make any sense? Anyway. Writing and coming up with things to write about is never a problem. It’s doing it all so that one can meet the requirements of another. OK. This is going no where. And, as usual, I might be way off base here with Mr. Burroughs. The thing is, if only I could somehow put all these thoughts down in some kind of order then maybe…

Anywho.

The twins mentioned here (above) were/are almost as real as it gets. I did get to share some of their sloppy seconds once. The perfect world mentioned is real fiction.

Rant on.

-tgs-