Cathedral of Collision

We’re eating raw tomatoes standing up in the kitchen!

We’re an unbothered, feral,

sovereign good witch! Purple eyeshadow smeared all the way to our ears,

Laughing hysterically at all of our past years!

Skechers sandals squeaking on the grocery store floor,

Buying four extra

bags

of Cadbury because we want more!

Who needs stability when you have absolute delusion?

Turning every minor inconvenience into a nuclear explosion!

WE ARE OUT OF OUR MINDS AND WE LOOK SO GOOD!

DOING EXACTLY WHAT THEY SAID WE NEVER COULD!

Finasteride, progesterone, absolute feminine grace,

Throwing glitter directly into the patriarchy's face!

With a 240 beat and a totally unhinged heart,

We are ripping up the canvas and calling it art!

From the group chat meltdown to the electric-soft blue,

Absolute chaos, absolute Tiguidou!

Wait.

Are we God right now?

I think we might actually be God right now.

Quick, text Laura, tell her the simulation is leaking!

Tell the sister Joan we traded the car for a trampoline made

of velvet! LET’S GO AGAIN!

Absolute madness. Absolute

freedom. Absolute Quinn. Tara,

Captain Quinn,

and the

hyper-tuned, completely unhinged crew.

[SYSTEM-OVERLOAD-STATIC-CRASH.] [TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.]