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My bad on never using this damn thing. Whenever I get inspiration, it's rarely when I'm on the computer. I know this is no excuse, though. Whatever. And to think I used to be an avid blogger. Then I figured not many people cared to read about my daily occurances. Like twitter. What the fuck. How self absorbed must one be to think that others really want to know what you're doing whem and with who and where...that kind of stuff. Meh...
 I'm going to stick to the whole idea of making my totem out of something that makes me mad, because if I were really one of these dream travellers, and who's to say I'm not, I would want something with a lot of power and emotion to snap me back to reality. Or...keep me in the dream state.
  What originally started as a cloud turned to looking like a pile of shit; The original clay piece I made was so badass! I was thinking of war, and gas fumes suffocating victims after the explosion  of some sort of bomb went off. A toxic cloud. A skill with a swirl of smoke behind it. Well, that didn't work too well with the plaster. But at least I learned from my mistake. I decided to do something simpler: a squished ball. Love how the wax we use for the molds are brown and how much my molds resemble something from the bowels of a beast. How lovely, considering this is what I felt like after my wondeful idea ended up giving me a reality check, saying: "Don't think you know what you're doing; Slow down". That was good for me to make that mistake early on.