17. pensando en la inmortalidad del cangrejo

So I went to Stockholm, slept on a couch, sat down in birdshit, went on a funeral, RAISED HELL, slept on another couch, said hi and goodbye to everybody, had to hand in my BB gun at the airport, and then went to Barcelona where I now reside in search of a new studio.

Just got word from Sweden that the music industry has been rocked to its core by an open letter from two fuckin THOUSAND of my famale colleagues, describing sexual harrassment and assault in the industry. Jesus christmas that escalated quickly.