My first name is based on a model, an actress who died from drug poisoning. My last name is based on a homicidal maniac's name, whose murderous scheme was dubbed Helter Skelter. Put together, I am a controversial character, whose myth is tied to Wonder Years fame.

When you do me to me I'll tell you what you want to know.

I breathe in ink yet never sigh, No pulse have I, no watchful eye, Yet all your hidden truths I spy. By candle’s glow or morning light, You feed me thoughts you dare not write For any ear or passing face, But trust to me in quiet space. I cradle whispers, sharp or sweet, Of fleeting days you wish to keep. A storm of words, a gentle stream, The weight of fact, the drift of dream. My skin is thin, my heart is wide, I wear your secrets deep inside. Each page a door, each line a key, To who you were and came to be. No judge am I, no voice to blame, I hold your truth without a name. Through joy and ache, through loss and fire, I echo thought, record desire. What am I, both still and deep, A vault of moments yours to keep?

I'm what you get when you're illegally parked. I'm what you need to get when your car stalls after dark. Often confused with my twin on the line. My other twin croaked, but he is just fine.

Concord, Cotton Candy, Centennial, Champagne. Welch's, Kool-Aid, Purple. What flavor am I?