floating through clouds, a bug lands on your finger. you feel its lil buggie legs crawling on you and this feeling of xtc overwhelms you like a warm blanket. the beat drops and you’re peaking. you’re raving, you’re laughing, you’re crying with all the worms in the soil. you’re buried in dirt and the worms are dancing with you now, consuming you and squirming and slowly drilling their way through your skull. they’re each taking turns unplugging wires in your head and reciting their lil buggie manifesto, indoctrinating you into their lil lovebug cult. it’s ok, you can feel at home here <3