you can spend a good portion of your
life, dissociating
Q Lazzarus'
goodbye horses from
the silence of the lambs...
somehow infringing on
sentiments of the smiths:
albeit a more macabre pit to
rise from...
       don't ask me why
t.a.t.u.'s cover of
      how soon is now is
better than snake
                river conspiracy'...
not to mention:
   qua- qua- pladebo's
quasi-castrato with
  bigmouth...
    long story short,
   apparently we do not live
unerstand the same sky,
   consider the fact,
that one constellation of stars
is missing from the night
from where I'm writing this...
in England?  in plain sight:

                                    •
                                •             (tail)
                            •

                                •
                                 •          (torso)

                    •                            
                                                  •    (pedipals)

now... if that's not a revision
of Scorpio, I don't know what is...
mind you...
    it's so prominent looming
over England, that even an idiot
could spot it,
      as a farmer might spot
the big dipper...
      ooh... another jewish conspiracy,
a big wet hot hard star-******
I am...
        give or take:
might be a ******* take on
   ג‬ (gimmel)          or   צ‬ (tsadi)...
      ayin (‬ע‬) is still a surd...
        gi-, gim-,
          g-,
                        a-, ay-,
                                t-, ts'...
which kinda reminds me of looking
at the Mendelyev rubric...
      at best, described as the leftovers
of language,
          hyenas' feast...
               in Latin that's pretty
much the norm,
    considering the fact that,
the alphabet is sung...
                and has no noun
category for either a vowel,
or the remaining 21 consonants...
        by noun I mean:
   syllables:
   o•me•ga
                    o•mi•cron...
      and the big bad O(h)...