Man Is A Bird Full Of Mud,

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

They [daisies] Are My Favorite Flower. There Is Something Innocent And Vulnerable About Them As If They Thanked You For Admiring Them.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.