S/he
Friday, November 24th, 2006S/he is not
your mission, s/he
is your reward
S/he is not
your mission, s/he
is your reward
I kill myself
every day, every
now and again
I drown with
all the pain
that’s the way
that’s the way
I kill myself
every day, every
now and again
I drown with
all your pain
that’s the way
that’s the way
Composed, performed and produced by Flora
Smaller than blackbirds, with a short tail, pointed head, triangular wings, starlings look black at a distance but when seen closer they are very glossy with a sheen of purples and greens. Their flight is fast and direct and they walk and run confidently on the ground. Noisy and gregarious, starlings spend a lot of the year in flocks. Still one of the commonest of garden birds, its decline elsewhere makes it a red list species.
The chain begins when a young snail reaches sexual maturity, becomes stricken with ennui, and attaches itself permanently to some fixed object. At the same time it undergoes a complete identity crises and becomes female. Shortly afterward, another male snail comes along, then mounts and copulates with the first one. It, too, abandons the motile life and remains in permanent copulatory union with the first one for the remainder of their lives. A third snail then comes along and mounts this second snail, which in turn becomes female. This procedure continues until there are up to fourteen individuals in the perpendicular chain.
One day we will put it all behind
We’ll say that was just another time
We’ll say that was just Another Day On Earth
Why do I
love her so
very much? Is
it just because
she is perfect?
is it just
because she’s just?