the creative process

Let us have ourselves a little freakout

Shall we?

You, take off all your clothes and start figuring out the sexuality of our friends

You, put on every piece of clothing you have and make yourself impenetrable

You, begin to fall in love with everyone you meet,

But always leave when they begin to fall in love with you.

You, shit on the bathroom floor

Me? I’ll put my pen to this paper and move it to our music

Dum dee dum da la.