The big easy.

Gimme,Gimme,Gimme…..

-Black Flag.

Love,Love,Love.

-The Beatles.

Finally home in LA and writing again.As I sit here undertrained and grinning like an idiot waiting for my laundry to dry I dont know how long I will write for tonight but I wanted to dip my wick, just for a second ,even if that is all that I have in me.

The full moon messed with my already genetically disturbed particles.I have been feeling weird for years kids….

So I got to be evil in a movie.Evil in long red velvet and my rack in a cage.You have got to love sci-fi.Its called “Frame 137” and any one who is familiar with “The Crow” will know what I am talking about.It was great and I cant wait to do it again.

The Big Easy.

I’m not referring to my beloved NOLA nor the film of the same name .

I am talking about the one who holds my heart and the fact that I am letting it be held.That I have met my match…..He knows that I pray to Elvis,freakout if I can’t workout.He loves that I am tall and thinks my high heel fetish is finer than paint.Plays the devils music like Jenna Jamerson fucks and makes my heart  ( along with other parts of my anatomy ) fart Hello Kitty shaped bubbles….

I feel like a big kid. For the 1st time in my life I get it.And am finally  ( “FINALLY!!!!” bark and trill the tattooed choir of seraphim’s that have ever laid dormant in my soul until now.) someone gets me and my big loud life.Could be due to the fact that his is even bigger and louder.

File grateful under “Duhhhhh!!!”

Being that I have dragged my ass out of  my Hot Hollywood heaven for a night and am due in the studio tomorrow I will take leave of you now.Sleep is a rare and fine pleasure at this point.Who am I kidding? I look like I have been shagged through a hedge backwards while dosed on Mexican Quaaludes. Writing great music and singing my worshiped ass off.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Y’all can call me “Mrs Everything”

M

7

x