Why Are We So Monumentally Slow?

The Hands Are Churches That Worship The World.

I Want To Be Someone Making Music/with My Coming.

When Allowed To Return To The Class, Your Feelings Of Humility And Lonesomeness Will Render You A Much Finer Student And Person.

This Is The World I Want To Live In. The Shared World.

I'm Like The Weather, Never Really Can Predict When This Rain Cloud's Gonna Burst; When It's The High Or It's The Low, When You Might Need A Light Jacket. Sometimes I'm The Slush That Sticks To The Bottom Of Your Work Pants, But I Can Easily Be The Melting Snowflakes Clinging To Your Long Lashes. I Know That Some People Like: Sunny And Seventy-five, Sunny And Seventy-five, Sunny And Seventy-five, But You Take Me As I Am And Never Forget To Pack An Umbrella.