They set me down here to make a crop circle. Seems that there hadn’t been any made in this area for a long time. I’m new to this whole thing…travel, expressing my artistic side with crop circles. But the Elders believed I was ready to spread my wings, so to speak, and I caught a ride with the ship that was making a recon flight around this corner of the galaxy. They dropped me off and I found myself lost in the expression of my innermost creativity. The crop circle was glorious. It was beautiful! I felt alive like I had never felt before! After I was finished, I donned the “earth clothes” and what is called a “wig” that were given to me so I could blend in just in case the ship was late in picking me up. I’ve been walking up and down this road for several hours. No ship. It didn’t come back for me. And something tells me it’s not going to. I know now what I had only suspected before. They didn’t take me to express my creativity. They took me to lose me…to stifle my words and my actions that were upsetting to them. And now, here I am…on earth. What am I going to do?
Hotdog Alien bento head and skin, at Necrotize (4 skin colours, 4 eye colours, BOM and Omega appliers, shape)
Dress by Faida; scarf by tram; hair by Elikatira; ring by Kunglers
juxtapose – walk it out – 2
Shot at Walsh County
Gillian's Island 