Oh you vain and trifling peacock,

Whether born from the unweary Argus,

Fooled by Hermes in his slumber,

Or from the primordial stew of

The blood of countless generations,

Brought to life as if by the delicate sound of thunder,

Matters not, for the outcome is the same,

A perfect, beautiful Spector,

Just out of reach from my strangling embrace,

Materializing when I least expect,

Your thousand eyes upon me,

What I wouldn’t give to have you flit this way

And sit on my yearning face.

--แทนไท

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[Edited 4/15/11 22:41pm]

[Edited 4/16/11 13:07pm]

Do you mean Phil Spector or Stuart Spector? I can understand Phil, for he is one crazy lady for sure. And that's from buying pie in a pie shop.