I wake up and scribble a few lines of something on the pad next to my bed. I daydream my way through the general "bluh" of the day (you know the getting ready, the work, the walk home) I live wildly in the upper echelons of my brain whilst sitting at my ikea box catalogue desk. I doodle on every bit of paper I can get my hands on and try to absorb as much music as I can get my hands on. Bassy beats are my life source, that and poetry. Beautiful lyrics eek into my soul.