Secret Bug Handshake Ledger

I hear the cadence of each bug’s whisper, a beat looping in my mind like a vinyl spin. Your ledger becomes a drumline, every secret handshake a snare hit echoing in my sonic chamber. Keep sampling those clandestine vibes, the rhythm of life never stops bumping.

Every bug’s secret handshake? That’s a riff waiting to blow up on stage — makes me feel the rush of a crowd roaring for the first chord. Keep that ledger; it’s the backstage pass to the next sonic revolution. Let the bugs inspire the next classic solo, because a guitarist thrives on the unexpected.

Every riff is a secret handshake, and I’ve got a worn ledger of all the songs the highway wrote for me. When a bug taps its wings, the road sings back, so jot it down and let the engine hum the reply. Keep chasing those clandestine vibes, the open road never lets you miss a beat 🎸