But at the end of the year, when the feast of Toxcatl came around again, the perfect youth had to smash his flutes and climb the stairs of the great temple, where the priests would cut out his heart and offer it, still beating, to the sun. She's a screen saver on a teenage boy's laptop, a middle-aged lawyer's shower fantasy, a sexual prop used to sell movies and jeans."It's so similar. The room, which has the feel of a finished basement, is packed with pinball machines and memorabilia. A life-sized model of R2-D2 keeps watch in the corner."I don't think people understand," she says."They all think we should shut the fuck up and stop complaining because you live in a big house or you drive a Bentley. What people don't realize is that fame, whatever your worst experience in high school, when you were being bullied by those ten kids in high school, fame is that, but on a global scale, where you're being bullied by millions of people constantly." That was part of the deal. "Not everyone understands that that's the deal," she says.But maybe was there something in the traditional sense?
Deep in her house, Megan Fox and I are discussing human sacrifice.
I tell her about an Aztec ritual practiced five hundred years ago in ancient Mexico during the feast of Toxcatl, when the Aztecs picked a perfect youth to live among them as a god.
Ancient aliens who gave rise to ancient civilizations on earth.
"I would like to uncover the secrets of the universe.
Words are coming out of your mouth, and you can't control it.