Brenda Chenowith: Now that's what I call a Happy Meal
Brenda Chenowith: Some Devil
Brenda Chenowith: It's just mush
Brenda Chenowith: The child is gone
Brenda Chenowith: My relationship with modern medicine
Brenda Chenowith: To seek a new disaster every day
Brenda Chenowith: I need you so much closer
Brenda Chenowith: Can't.remember.now
Brenda Chenowith: The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
Brenda Chenowith: Too blind to see the damage I've done
Brenda Chenowith: Green sheets
Brenda Chenowith: Started a fight
Brenda Chenowith: Don't bother leaving the light on
Brenda Chenowith: When June 19 was over
Brenda Chenowith: The hallway
Brenda Chenowith: And now for something completely different
Brenda Chenowith: My face don't look like before
Brenda Chenowith: I disconnect
Brenda Chenowith: Empty, I echo to the least footfall
Brenda Chenowith: It's all so confusing
Brenda Chenowith: Something feels wrong
Brenda Chenowith: Some people say I'm scary
Brenda Chenowith: We're all in this together
Brenda Chenowith: It looks like someone elses face