i'm drafting alter-egos. fools with names and souls bigger and better and brighter than mine. nothing fits. none of it fits. but i'm on the brink. i'm on the edge of the breakthrough and then we'll see who's laughing.

there is a story in me that's begging to be told. there are hundreds. and one day i'll get to them and you'll know, no matter what fool i cho(o)se, no matter how big or bright or nothin. one day i'll get to them and you'll know.

there's gotta be a crack. gotta be a fault.