Today, you are a member of… The Cicadas are Coming
This week, Members, on the easterly frontier of your subconcious kingdom, there will be an unearthing of certain phlya whose chitinous exoskeletons are uber alien and whose love song rankles the candy wax lyricism that has swarmed your audio registers for far too long. Take the coming swarm as a good sign that, indeed, your vissitudes are still churning out things with wings endowed paradoxically with expert digging capabilities as well as that most ephemeral of edifications: timing.
