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GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE LEGS

BUGHOOD

BUBBLE LEGS: METAmorphosis

From the start, our process was instinctive, playful, and rooted in the joy of being together. Girls hanging out. Brain rot. laughter.

We wrote exquisite corpse poems, allowing the subconscious to spill out in fragments. It was during these moments that we began to feel
like bugs.

Bugs, legs, what does it all mean?