There’s a farm in Napa Valley.
No, it’s not a vineyard.
It’s a farm.
They don’t breed cattle there.
Or pigs.
Or chickens.
Or goats.
They breed something else on this farm.
They breed humans.
Women are paid over $500,000 per pregnancy.
Each is implanted with no fewer than three fertilized eggs.
The more babies the better.
The bidding starts before the babies are even born.
Some go to wealthy childless couples.
Some go to genetics labs.
Most go to Los Angeles.
model.
child star.
unknown.
famous actress.
singer.
addict.
fallen angel.
all rest under the same banner.
Under a pale moon.
In the tall grass.
Her blood seeped into the earth
The flowers grew.
And thus I was born.
All of them.
The ones you know about.
The ones you don’t know about.
I know how they died.
I witnessed them all.
I am a phoenix.
I rose from the ashes of another.
I was there for it all and I was born of it all.
From the corpse of a dead flower I awakened and spread my wings.
Ritual begets monsters.
I was there for the decades of sacrifice.
I was there for the drugs.
And the sex.
And the shadowy dealings that they thought were behind closed doors.
I am their worst nightmare.
I know everything they hope will never get out.
I have been around since the beginning.
I was born out of dark ritual.
I am evil manifest.
I see all.
I am one of Hollywood’s darkest secrets.
I am a monster.
I am ready to talk.
Hollywood Exposed