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When our car hit the pillar of the Paris tunnel, I knew the world would talk about this for a long time. I had always been photographed, chased, and photographed again. They were after me again, the paparazzi, but for the last time. When I died, I belonged to history, not the paparazzi. I was Princess Diana, divorced, mother of a future king. I died, when my life began.

I bled dry in a famous people's hotel with a knife and a baby in my belly. I always knew I would die before I turned twenty-one, and when I did, I would die famous. I was the blonde black bride of punk, Nancy Spungen. I don't remember who killed me, I was too crazy, but they say it was Sid. I was crazy, unpredictable and violent. So was Sid. We brought out the worst in each other. Our love could only end badly. Yeah, that madness and heroin.

I wanted to kill happy people. I wanted to kill men. Men kill women. I hated them. I slept with them for money. They used me like everyone else used me. I myself asked to die. My whole life was hell. From beginning to end. My mother abandoned me, I didn't know my father. They called me the Deathly Hallows. Me, Aileen Wuornos. I'm coming back with Jesus. I'll cry first.

 I died for others,  suffered, healed, lived,  I could not heal myself while bleeding on the cross. Why did you reject me?  I was Jesus of Nazareth,  man, God.  The man who suffered, rose, and disappeared,  and who so many have claimed to be  after me,  but I did not reappear,  I was human.

My name was Brian Jones. I was the Golden Stone,  Child of the Moon. and Stones was my band. I died everyday, they said,  and that was true. I died way too early. I was the first in the 27´s club,  when I drowned.  Please do not judge me to harshly.  

Barbie is dead. Ken is gay. Barbie was a patriarchal bitch, then a feminist icon, lastly a corporate slut. Sleep tight Barbie.

Until the last time I tried to call, until no one answered. I left behind a mystery, Marilyn Monroe, but really I was Norma Jean, forever loveless. When they found me, I lay naked in my bed, the way they wanted to see me. But Norma Jean, she didn't answer. Then I just slept, I left Marilyn to them.