Saturday-Sunday, July 26 & 27, 1867
Exclusive Dracula Steampunk Freak-out Festival!
Miss Creager sings sans cello for a lucky few.
If you see yer mother this weekend, be sher to tell er
M A Y O R
Submit your butt/butthole pics and i’m gonna pick the best one and come eat it!
Hi David. How are you? I’m good!
You didn’t tell me our call was recorded. Is that against the law?
It is definitely against the law to lock up a rational, law-abiding woman against her will in a mental hospital.
Where the fuck is my Have You Never Been Mellow vinyl?!
She was my first records. (5th grade?)
I would read all the liner notes over and over.
I suspected that the producer was her boyfriend.
I could tell- just by his font that something was going on.
I studied, and I studied.
I said, I am going to have a boyfriend producer & ride a rocking horse jump-suited.
Some, I’ve never done, the other— be careful what you wish for ere your innocent nightmares manifest in an LA Peter-Pan house w/baobab tree.
These are my 2 moms, Both pictures taken in 1968.
Mother, top, is Leona C., with us, her 3 adopted children.
She was about 43 years old then.
This is typical of my mom- delighted by my antics.
My mom completely nurtured and supported all my creativity.
Leona died 5 years ago after suffering a long time from Alzheimer’s disease.
Mother hiking is Prairie E.
She had me, unmarried at 20, and gave me up.
Here she is at 22. I met her when I was 20.
She gave me the sound of my voice, and ‘talent’
(whatever you think that is).
Prairie is a mom to me now and a granny to my daughters.
I love you Moms, thank you.