Through paper and pen is how I begin but nothing seems to mean as much as the lcd screen.

Swiftly sliding my fingers between each letter therein, a knocking it gives when I’m close to the end.

The magic appears swifter than ink with an inappropriate smear.

A word processor at my fingertips and internal rogets to keep my syllables hip.

Nothing comes close to this modern technology so close,

Leaving college rule a mythical ghost.