"it is so easy to say i am a revolutionary when i'm not in the line of fire"

[kiss_and_kill]

another late night/early morning doing schoolwork. it's o.k. though, there is something strangely comforting about staying up working with clay and listening to music. like i am getting a taste of what is waiting for me, and feeling like i can handle it.

my back is sore and the keyboard is becoming dusty from the dried clay on my hands. i still have muthafockin' english work to do. drat.