Solids

Instead of a poem or a website today, an earnest plea to Kevin Barnes of popular band of Montreal : please change the lyrics of the spoken portion of the second verse of your live performance staple Gronlandic Edit from "physics makes us all its bitches" to "physics makes us solids bitches'. Why? I'm sure the changes already speak for them selves, but let me elaborate nonetheless. See, where the original is direct, almost too much so, my revisions increase The unpleasant inevitability of it. We are solids, after all. We've already lost. What a wonderful, silly display of hopelessness. Please, Barnes, hear my plea.

(Related: the chorus to We Will Commit Wolf Murder should be painfully and plainly simplified to "there's hurt in my head," but that's for another time)