You wore a hand-me down dress that never fit quite right.
Your mother's frame did not favor you.
The summer she passed you were born, and your father lost his job.
He could not handle it (or you).
You wore the saddest smile that never fit quite right.
Your mother's smile felt that way too.
The summer she gave her life for you, and your father blamed you,
was the summer you began to blame yourself too.
I Am a Snail, and You Are a Pace I Cannot Match
What Safe Means
What Safe Means
Year of the Rabbit
An Idea Is a Greater Monument Than a Cathedral
Keep What You Have Built Up Here
An Idea Is a Greater Monument Than a Cathedral
Keep What You Have Built Up Here
It Happened Because You Left
It Happened Because You Left
Rally the troops! Poke Holes In Their Defenses! Line Our Coffers With Their
How to Make Love Stay
Everything Is Connected and Everything Matters (A Temporary Solution To A P
The Next Step To Regaining Control
The Next Step To Regaining Control
I Am a Snail, And You Are a Pace I Cannot Match
With Your Greatest Fears Realized, You Will Not Be Comforted
It's a Plague, and You're Invited
I Am a Snail, And You Are a Pace I Cannot Match
It's a Plague, And You're Invited