I need you to tell me I’m one with this church.

Living life without consequence

sleeping in pipes.

I don’t care that I am becoming technology.

Financially doomed I scissor kick an ATM.

Sky high ladders tilt criminal moon.

Everything is provably wrong.

You can’t do this from the safety of your home.

I’m on the corner giving signals

like a third base coach.

Everyone is so perfect. Congratulations.