It's been a while now, and I've been too busy with my mentor, alchohol the great. I've lost track of what is necessary, and what is most desirable to me, or maybe until things started popping up. Sketchpad, few pages touched, composition notebook, few melodies reinvented, and homeworks, few answers written.
Difficult it is.. desire colliding with responsibility, and responsibility colliding with priority. If I simply die, these EVIL will be gone. But I'm not yet done... I wish I could pull myself out of the mirror, and multiply.










