Ive been thinking a lot about my new iPhone and its effects on my brain, prescription drugs, first impressions, true friends and the meaning of life. My diet is poor and my stomach growls when I'm not hungry. Things seem backwards and I think a lot about forgetting things. The real art lies In chaos I tell myself. But I know that's not true.

He went in late and left early. The art, it lies in everything it does. And my brain feels good.

To commit yourself fully is the most integral part. Who knows why a thing does a thing? And I'm starting to think i am (italics) a trip. I think about computers. I think about Spanish and how much I don't know. I think it doesn't matter. Then I hear the birds chirp and stop forever until just now.

I think about thinking about Iphones then I want to go to sleep. But all I can think about is poetry, patti smith and how much I don't know.