My biggest problem when writing is that in my effort to set up one-liners, much like the legendary punk band Lead Zeppelin whose lyrics are all over the place and, though deep and sometimes unsettling, they land on your eardrums like a butterfly covered in c4 and also playing the drums like Animal from Sesame street, I tend to ramble on a bit, like a Persian nesting doll of ideas all contained in apparently one long run-on sentence, so that by the time you get to the end, much like when you broke your last pencil on the big exam, the original point has kind of gotten away from me.
