My Escape

Artist

Book by Marcia Martin

Music, Lyrics and Illustration by Alexandra Martin MacNair

My name is Alexandra.

I’d like my stage name to be Gypsy Lilly. Or Runaway Lily. Or Wicked Glitch. I want to have a different band for different genres, honestly.

There are a lot of details about my life that I want to write about, but I work best if I stick to things I can write about on an emotional level. That means I need diplomatic immunity to conceal my age and location. If anyone knows I’m a cute blonde with a college degree, I’m SCREWED as long as there’s that MASSIVE BOUNTY ON MY LIFE.

I don’t think the “RED HAIR” trick will work anymore 😿

College Graduate?

OH crap! That means I have basically only two career options left! One of my professors at Columbia University let me know that my super secret illegal mutation combination is now only about 0.012% of the population!

Big Mystery of My Life

Why are there so many songs about hazel eyes?

I thought there were no people with hazel eyes left alive?!

The Last

Unicorn?

Was that why both you and Papa told me different art forms to look up? Was it that anyone with hazel green eyes and natural blonde hair had that massive “kidnap or rape or hand in this person” bounty on them? Fortunately my friends took pictures to tell the whole story.

I don’t like war or hate or violence.

Thunder and Lightning

Are in fact very, very, frightening to me!

and galileo.

galileo was just chilling doing science and then somehow he was a heretic. why? what did he do besides look at stars and shit?

Pasta from the Moon

oh no was that why my dad always sang wheeeeeen the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie just don’t go there

alas, i am too bankable to ze white fascists. why? not mah fault, ze pizza pie mongers who want to make ze planet go kaboom!

In Bloom

oh god if i went to california then i was going to be exported! i look like kurt cobain and courtney love and thankfully my gen x teachers reminded me that neither mr. cobain nor his widow who writes absolute banger songs too deserved what happened in april when mr. cobain died.

everyone should be nice to “fat” people in the gym

Why? Because everyone knows American corporations poison our food.

Sorry but both my parents were very beautiful people. My mom kept saying she “wasn’t pretty” because she had to gain enough weight to stop dudes at my high school from hitting on her ALL THE TIME. Trust me.

Sure hope my mom’s friend who knows a lot of people in international companies and was, I think My Mom’s Friend was “playing the bad guy” occasionally to let me know WHO ACTUALLY WANTS US TO GO TO WAR.

Spoiler: it’s not the people of any area. It’s oil companies that want to blame America for a big-ass war. This is why the export price on me, a random blonde who just wanted to be an artist/writer is high enough to “send all your children to Harvard, Oxford, Stanford, wherever you want.”