Botan
I don't know why I react against so many things. I don't like to be so reactionary about things. It's just that so many of these things rub me the wrong way, or violate something sacred inside of me, or turn me off. They do something to me I don't like. And so I am the revolutionary, or the reactionary, condemning half of everything modern.
The truth is I am not a human. And I never was. I am Xlessika Naocp Xwarsi of Mars 3 (the third moon on Mars) planted on earth as sac-human in accordance with the latter Sonarite Phase of the Third Martian Recolonization Directive of the year LD10073 Botan. That I was born naked of a mother in a hospital in Tallahassee Florida was only a formality and cover. And I only violate the sacred trust in revealing this because I know, deep in my Martian heart I know, that no one will for a milli-moment believe me. So be it, because I do not care. I have gotten this earth into me, into my blood and sinews and fingernails: so that it might as well be a part of me and, Mars 3 aside, I might as well be a part of it.
But understand: by earth I mean the bio-planet, so much like Mars; not the mean little man-world created by men.
