Little gestures, little feelings, small strands of hair in your lips.
Inside a world created for pleasure exists
only that,
in which the walls are thin and hollow.

To know where else... say what more...
Intuition.

Nominations, and little gold statues, and little tiny cards.
Nominations, originality, little sparkly dresses,
Sean penn lives in a trailor
Nominations...

Irving Thalberg, to what ends will you go, to
what degree, a
million glittering faces
In the babylon of...