I Interview Melanie Browne at PMM Where We Suffer the Leetle Lemmings, See Circus Fish, Sculpt Charles Manson (kinda), Pole dance with Gypsies, and then the Wicked Woman's Booty Sails into Thunderous Thwarts of Thicketing Trunks of Trampled... Trinkets

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The title? True story. Mostly.

There are a few reasons why Texas shouldn't be thrown to hell in a handmade casket. In no particular order: Carrie Clevenger, geckos, Suzy Bradshaw, wildflowers, Bill Crider, mourning doves, Nicole Hadaway, Mark Crittenden, this thing, the cactus on my roof, and 

Yes, this is her tattoo! I found this
at Billy Idol's site.
Hawt as a Borderland Texas BBQ
grill in the grid of summer
where the wasps the size of f*cking
birds come out to bite then sting you.
Sizzle, sizzle little lady
let that rebel roar.
(I wrote that for you, Mel) 

<------  Melanie Browne, editor of The Literary Burlesque, who I had the distinct pleasure of laughing with,  lemming-tossing with, pole-dancing with, rebel-yelling with, chatting with, ahem, officially interviewing for Pulp Metal Magazine. She is nothing but abstract awesome and everything I had hoped Texas to be. Thank you, Mel, for making the lone star state, well, not so lonesome and for giving the world such lovely visions through your eyes. 

Also.... ARRRR!!!!!  PMM spanks

The Wicked Woman's Booty in Episode #6 Thar Be No Rules 'ere Gentlemen o' Fortune Tread

A big Thank You, as always, to Jason Michel. 


ps. I'm terribly behind on reading stories and responding to emials I'll catch up soon (I hope!)