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methodically, using only his two index fingers. He often said he had stolen
the typewriter from one of his ex-wives. But occa-sionally he admitted that
he had bought it at a pawnshop because the invisible voices had told him
to. But sometimes, he claimed that William Burroughs had given it to him as
an act of punish-mentтАФpunishment for the typewriter, which had taken on
the form of a gigantic insect and refused to stop rattling its mandibles at
Burroughs. The origin of the typewriter depended on how much blood was
coursing through FilkтАЩs drugstream.

Dillon K. Filk typed four pages every day, and would not get up until
he had typed them. When he got to the bottom of the fourth page, he would
stop. He was through for the day. Even if he was in the middle of a
sentence, he would not start a fifth page. He would roll the finished page
out of the typewriter and lay it face down on the slowly growing stack of
pages to the left of the machine on the TV tray.

The next day, without looking at what he had written before, Filk would
roll a fresh piece of paper into the typewriter and complete the hanging
sentence, then continue until he had filled that dayтАЩs four pages. And the
day after that, four more.

тАЬHi-ho,тАЭ Filk would say. тАЬSo it goes.тАЭ

Filk punctuated his monologues with verbal motifs. He would say
тАЬHi-hoтАЭ or тАЬSee?тАЭ or тАЬSo it goes.тАЭ These were conversational spacers as
he slipped and skidded from one notion to the nextтАФ his way of indicating
to himself that he was finished with that particular moment.

Sometimes, he would type тАЬHi-hoтАЭ or тАЬSee?тАЭ or тАЬSo it goesтАЭ into his
pages. Sometimes he needed to separate one idea from another, and
тАЬHi-hoтАЭ and тАЬSee?тАЭ and тАЬSo it goesтАЭ were just as function-al on paper as
they were spoken aloud.

Occasionally, Filk needed one more sentence to fill his fourth page,
and that was also a good place to type тАЬHi-hoтАЭ or тАЬSee?тАЭ or тАЬSo it goes.тАЭ
And once in a great while, тАЬOf course.тАЭ
 Hi-ho.

See?

So it goes.

Of course.

From one day to the next, Filk paid little attention to what he had
already written. No idea was ever worth more than eight hundred words. If
an idea took more than eight hundred words to express, it was obviously
too complicated for anyone to under-standтАФincluding the writer. To FilkтАЩs
mind, the universe was quite simple, it only looked complex. The only way
to master the complexity was to understand the many component