“Though by the stars many years passed since I saw Ghislaine in person, by the stars Ghislaine was a star”, said Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones.
“Years mixed with stars and time travel meant starring with such a person as Ghislaine,” said Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones.
Princess Diana cut herself.
A razor was poised between sun, moon, and stars.
“Stars are barbed, with sharp needle-like prongs—of porn,” said Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones.
“Stars are up above, with God, angels, and true royalty, such as was Lady Di,” said Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones, dimly.
“Stars can be dim, or bright. Dreams may be dim, or bright.”
“Princess Diana cut herself through anxious, feverish dreams.”
Ghislaine meditated on a star. She wished upon a star. She, remembering and resembling Esther, or star of Ishtar, or a celebration of celibate celebrity, resided on a virgin island.
Fact is, Waashinngtonnn D.C. is carved out of virgin and virgin birth Virginia, probably because that land was mosquito-infested swamp land.
Lady Di, rather than cutting herself, could have exposed her nubile blood to stars of a new world, a virgin world, feeding frenzy.
“Man, I love the Capitol Dome, and that feeling of myself as roman, roman centurion,” said Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones.
Ghislaine, mouth mumbling humbly, as if Esther, prospective queen, Ghislaine hero, not harlot.
Spam of Human Affection 
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