My Faith Is A Great Weight Hung

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

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!