"True passion can blind a seer's eyes & oblivion

"True passion can blind a seer's eyes & oblivion reveals the honest of lies," Meg thought. Her head felt light and her brain lit up the night. She was high, coughing up insight.

Meg Ryan was on a mind-melting sticky and wavy acid trip. That was her thing. The problem was she was in the middle of shooting a scene with Tom Hanks in

Castaway. Meg Ryan was the volleyball...or at least she thought she was. Tom Hanks was talking to her, but she couldn't say her lines because every time she tried, the director

smeared the camera lens with another blob of butter. The lighting director dimmed the lights and the sound director would play soft twinkly music to set the mood. Meg wasn't

feeling ready but she had to be. She was a "Star" of the film, this was her chance to

rape, pillage, rend asunder, fornicate, abdicate, save, bless, redress, caress, undress, destress, shock, awe, and fornicate. She liked fornicate. All in the name of good cinema.

All her screenplays were generated by paging randomly in her crossword dictionary. Her 1st feature length film was generated with words ending in 'cate': masticate,defecate, urinat

e. Her protagonist would be named "Cate". She didn't aim for depth in her screenplays, this crossword dictionary fanatic. She thought it would simply be funny to have her audience

join in with the show. She could get information about them off their families, and maybe make personal jokes. But then again that would be creepy. She'd stick to writing a normal

program, hiring out-of-work generic-looking local Canadians to pretend they were having American accents (which sound the same) and pretending to have "issues" for noisy crowds.