8/25/09 it was hot like this my first day too chickens expired in their coop people consoled themselves with the thought of september the clouds which refused us rain were said to be the most beautiful of the summer as they sailed by I couldn't put anything into words I was all about sensation and flapping my arms around having no place to keep memories I was likely to forget the day as soon as it happened nor could I look ahead and imagine that tomorrow would be a better day or a worse one no one could teach me a thing probably I cried wholeheartedly and ate and shat and slept the sleep would have been the same as waking no difference between things I dreamed and things I saw all unformed too new to be bizarre there! I would have said to myself if I had had speech or a self to speak to that's number one and now on to number two or whatever it is that's next