Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and raining and I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly like the sky and suddenly I see a headline LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED! there is no snow in Hollywood there is no rain in California I have been to lots of parties and acted perfectly disgraceful but I never actually collapsed oh Lana Turner we love you get up.
The cinema is cruel like a miracle. We sit in the darkened room asking nothing of the empty white space but that it remain pure. And suddenly despite us it blackens. Not by the hand that holds the pen. There is no message. We our- selves appear naked on the river bank spread-eagled while the machine wings nearer. We scream chatter prance and wash our hair! Is it our prayer or wish that this occur? Oh what is this light that holds us fast? Our limbs quicken even to disgrace under this white eye as if there were real pleasure in loving.