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Oscar, the (((producer))) at Dickwad Studios CA. just sat there in his office, soaking in the rays of the midday sun as they sludged through the gaps in the blinds like cheese through wire; turning the office a warm, sickly, nicotine yellow.
Oscar while present in body was elsewhere in mind; his eyes, absent the room, staring inward at the recollection of the actors and actresses he’d variously worked or slept with over the years. Inside this place Oscar smiled, overlooking the faces of all the beautiful dead celebrities walking around him in his dark place. Their heads began to fade out like a bad 80’s transition effect and in their place appeared the green heads of Washington, Lincoln, Adams, and Jefferson among others. The presidents shifted into focus and began winking suggestively at him. The heads were dollar bills now. Behind the presidents the ‘Hollywood’ sign lit up Oscar’s dark place and up there in front of those big, bold, white letters, wrapped in a threadbare loincloth, Christ hung to the cross beams of a Swastika by his bleeding hands and feet, his head bowed in reverence to the dawn.
‘God you’re all so fucking beautiful,’ thought Oscar.
He could feel his heart beating faster, the rhythm of his hand quickening as he felt that old familiar feeling about to come on; and then it did. Oscar came across his desk. The orgasm was followed by a hefty load which shot across the floor onto the opposing wall. The sticky liquid glooped a pearly trail over Marilyn Monroe’s face. She didn’t complain, however. She was used to it…