Altering Consciousnesses Without A Bank Account.
Ingrained in my jumpsuit is a sewing needle of fear and beauty that pricks me when it feels isolated. Some things are less aware that they are things when they need a hobby like my shoelaces want to take up drug dealing. Then the needle comes back and it reminds me that I don't even wear shoes by writing a message in my blood that reads, “you need to stop eating all the Pop-Tarts. Some of us care about the Pop-Tarts and Pop-Tarts have feelings, you know.“
They're all just lonely and afraid like children on a ski trip with one kid's older sister and she brought her creepy boyfriend.