Inspiration is stealing. I am a thief. I will breathe in your ideas and blow them into a green balloon until it pops. And when it does, I will catch all of them with a giant butterfly net and eat every single one, one by one.
Then I will digest them and their nutrients will soak through every cell in my body until I sweat, bleed and piss all of your ideas away.
Inside my brain, the leftovers will mold into a style of creativity and then become expelled through either my fingertips or my vocal chords.
At the end, they will turn back into their original form and become inspiration for another thief to steal without permission.