Naked Lunch: Existential Nightmare or Just Plain Weird?

Okay, so I finally watched Naked Lunch. I... I don't even know where to BEGIN. Like, I get it's supposed to be all artsy and based on a book, but honestly, for most of the movie, I was just sitting there with my jaw dropped. Poor Peter Weller (Bill Lee) looked perpetually lost and confused, which, I guess, was the point? But man, those typewriter-bugs? Ugh. Genuinely unsettling. They gave me the creeps MORE than the Mugwumps, and those things were... something else. I think what freaked me out most was how calmly everyone accepted the bizarre circumstances. Joan just casually shooting apples off Bill's head after they'd, like, accidentally murdered someone? The whole Interzone felt like a fever dream, a really, REALLY gross one. I'm wondering if maybe the whole thing is a giant metaphor for addiction and losing your grasp on reality? Like, Bill's descent into this hallucinatory world is a representation of his drug use spiraling out of control and his inability to distinguish between what's real and what's not... Or maybe I'm just overthinking it. It's hard to say with a movie this... out there. My theory is that the entire Interzone is just a manifestation of Bill's guilt and repressed desires, fueled by the drugs. Like, Dr. Benway is his own twisted interpretation of a doctor, a 'cure' that's more deranged than the disease. And Joan, well, maybe she represents some kind of unattainable ideal, something he keeps trying to reach but always ends up destroying because he's, y'know, high as a kite and surrounded by talking typewriters. IDK, I'm still processing. I need to watch something cheerful now, like My Little Pony or...anything. Seriously, someone tell me I'm not the only one who found this incredibly disturbing. I need validation, people!! Also, minor gripe: was anyone else absolutely horrified by the centipede-things that came out of the black meat? I nearly lost my NAKED LUNCH watching that!