Purely bizarre
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earwormholeSo somehow my associates led me to http://music.todaysbigthing.com/2009/11/03 -- a gibberish rock song from an Italian composer, meant to sound like English except unintelligible.
It's now, of course, stuck in my head.
And I think of the three talkative hens: Bakeem, Storm, and Fleeta, and their brother Nemka -- who, when talking to each other outside or on the other side of the house on a warm summer's evening, sounded like nothing so much as a human conversation just outside of hearing range, voices rising and falling, companionable, engaged.
It's now, of course, stuck in my head.
And I think of the three talkative hens: Bakeem, Storm, and Fleeta, and their brother Nemka -- who, when talking to each other outside or on the other side of the house on a warm summer's evening, sounded like nothing so much as a human conversation just outside of hearing range, voices rising and falling, companionable, engaged.