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Isis,
The moon in Hollywood is no closer than it is here.

& it’s a fake.

Just because you happened to look at the moon one night, & saw the face of a rabbit, means nothing concrete.

Films are not myths.

You percieved the moon as a central entity because you were in a romantic geographic. But I assure you, there’s nothing concrete about the Hollywood Moon.

Except that it’s a trite image.

Surely, MAX

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Hathor,
Blurry film 1 of you on a train track waiving a shirt. Still, hazy images of train station. Film 3 of your stationary nipple. Overexposed bleached out footage of your atmosphere face, flickering behind candlelight. Exterior shot of Hollywood Moonlight!! Medium shots of you in navy outfit boarding train. You are flanked by two unidentified men. Tracking shot of wheels of train, spinning. Fade out on you, topless through train window. Snap, Film 64 in the can.
MAX

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Hecate,
Realizing that a great displacement in time & space is about to occur, I stride the hall in my high school, past Agriculture Lab. I pass thru a doorjam, & find myself in Elementary School, carrying my plastic lunch box. The character playing my “teacher” demands my milk money. Have none. Frustrated (!) I throw my lunchbox at her head & run for it.

As I sprint thru another doorway, I’m in a mall. I go over to the popcorn- ice cream guy & get a salad in a clear plastic container.

As I swallow my cherry tomato, I find myself in a film set with some vivacious actress. Her breasts are monolithic. She is wearing a white t-shirt, which she discards to reveal a fiery red bra, which she also discards to reveal huge maroon nipples that glow like radioactive turnips. She is on the bet wiggling. I am trying to film her. She is fervently masturbating under the covers.

I want her to remain STILL!

After a few minutes, she simmers down. I hug her. We kiss, she turns me over on my back, straddles me & mutates into a blank faced mannequin wearing a straw wig. I toss her off & her limbs crack off as she shatters like a brittle limestone statue.

I pass out of the room into a MTI reunion banquet. Ix Chel is there, Sal, Lillith, others. By the food table/ salad bar, I see Antitag, who ignores me. I sit at the table, telling my friends that I am being displaced in time.

The express concern, but can do nothing to help. I leave.

Things get nutty. Each time I turn around, I am totally displaced. First I am in ancient Egypt, then Celtic ruins, then Hollywood, & finally on some back lot of an apartment complex.

A hen runs past my path.

I am in a playground surrounded by trees. Angry, I jump into an inflatable boat & fly over some buildings. Across the river is the moon, tiny beneath me.

Credits roll, sappy music plays.

Yours MAX

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Demeter,
in “Jaws”, the sheriff and his wife drink wine.

“Want to get drunk and fool around?”
Says the wife, knowing it’s a cliche. “Sure,” says the Sheriff.