Burroughs rang up Borges on his clatterdemalion.

Burroughs rang up Borges on his clatterdemalion. "Do you have anything to do with this? This is like my cut-up game, but I wonder about some of the source texts." Borges was in the

"shit" with Burroughs. Waist deep in rice paddies, slogging it out with Charlie. Borges and Burroughs were writers, but they were on recon now. Burroughs toked on his cigarette

and surveyed the flat Vietnamese countryside with the butt of his M14. "Long way from being a writer in Pasadena, eh Borges?" Borges merely shrugged and looked up at the Huey above

the hills to the West. Borges took a cigar from the band of his helmet and clamped it between his teeth without lighting it. "Time to bug out, Sarg" he growled grabbing his own M14

And shot a hyena for dinner. Borges then went on to write his most famous novel, How To Be Happy While Starving. MFK Fisher loved it. The book won the Glass Door Book Award in 2916

The Borges borg had Borges memory engrams & its novel "How to Be Happy While Starving" was facetious since borgs don't eat & the hyena had been stuffed & reanimated after the fatal

day when the piano lid fell on its head. Now, with a rebuilt head, the reanimated hyena sat at the Borge borg's feet and howled whenever the borg did Victor Borge imitations.

Somehow, the reanimated hyena slipped up doing Borge & first did a Borges, which produced a night tiger from out of the piano cabinet. Then he did a Borgia & invoked Pope Callixtus

to try and attack the tiger. Dutifully, the tiger retreated to the piano cabinet. "What just happened?" the hyena asked, wondering why his tiger playmate had left again. "I like

ragtime, don't you?" Tiger called from within. Hyena laughed, of course. "Please play that Tiger Rag for me!" And from the corner of the room, the ghost of Louis Armstrong smiled.