Provo Alive, W.T.H.?

If you look hard enough, and long enough, and do it on a sufficient lack of sleep, things in Provo start to come alive a little bit.

Zion's Bank seems like an innocent enough structure in the heart of Provo, and its citizens. The poor parking structure however got to know the more oppressing side of Zion's fat back pockets, as it sits crushed under the weight of the financial center.

A decent, and moral individual would claim that the bank has nothing to do with the parking structures bent lines.

That's not what these bent walls said on the other side, also being crushed by the fatty bank, and it's pretty pennies.

If the living building oppressing the city hadn't convinced my superstitions, the draping shark skin on the front porch sure did the trick. A children's toy some would say, an air mattress others claim, a shark though in truth.

But what shark roams the city without a big nosed winky-eyed tree monster. Just the right lighting gave this creep away when he might've gone unnoticed in regular daytime light.

This is my only expression, and question for what's going on in Provo.