it's Selznick's fault I'm so twisted
I saw tonite a list of his works
his life and x I had not known
he stroked my soul and tougced my
coal with firet is amzaing to me … the # of souls awake at this hour … why do they wake and what stirs
them onto my radar … ?  
It really makes no sense to me

so blank am I at 3:15

I keep catching myself

stroking, exposing, inciting
myself
to greatness?

petty self-absorption?
healthy self-awareness
twisted need for fame?

who knows

besides it's all a game