sloppy little panic attack in 4/4 time. the camera crawled inside and forgot how to come back out. everything throbs. the kick drum throbs. the bodies throb. your screen throbs. something primal in your lizard brain just woke up and it's hungry and it doesn't want food. hardware screaming. flesh screaming. you scrolling past fifty videos to land on the weird one with the techno and the macro-lens penetration like some kind of degenerate sommelier of filth. congratulations. you found it. this is yours now. don't pretend you're not going to watch it twice.