This is just the epic I recite—another lie dressed up in light,one smooth line at a time,dripping honey, sweet with rhyme.In the hope it might concealevery raw wound I still feel,tucked beneath each crafted line,woven threads in grand design.More...

August 3, 1788  Cher D. Last night was a treat, you allowed me to wear clothing. A cherry blossom colored robe from Japan with a simple waist tie. It fit like a second skin. Elegant yet sexy. I felt more beautiful...

I crashed on Earth some time agoused to be high up in the sky back thenthe stars are home to little green menthat’s where I fit init all started while investigatingfinding a newly discovered specieshoped to share their worldfor...