Dearest Muffins,
For those three of you who haven't found out on your own, it is quite true: I've contributed fiddles to a devastatingly beautiful song on the new album of my devastatingly fabulous friend, the lady
Otep. Those of you who chanced to catch Otep's live camera feed that day saw me writing out the score at the mixing desk, playing eighty violin parts (you hadn't seen my baby, the old wooden fiddle, for a while...), and eating banana chips (Basil's favorite -- he is sleeping in my handbag right now, btw...).
Ahhh....what a trip to be back in Hollywood...salty sea air and palm trees -- all of the things that I woke up to and so adored before being locked up...I'm not allowed to stay very long as I've only been granted a two-week pass, and, besides, the Plague Rats get depressed when I'm away, though fLee and Belly (Ms. Mini-fLee) gave them much love and attention during my absence from my cell...Belly is just a wee little lady (though still a fully committed member of the Asylum Army) and calls Sir Edward "Sir Eppers." I've just been informed that she's written a song about Sir E. and his faithful sidekick, Basil, whose name Belly can pronounce perfectly well.
Whilst in the City of Angeles, I witnessed Captain Maggot's show with her own band, "Insects Vs. Robots," and you all simply must give them a listen (Google them) because they honestly blew my feeble little mind...I twirled around the floor all night like an idiot and enjoyed every minute of it. Oh! And best of all was seeing that a troup of Muffins had come out to support our Captain! To those who came, I was elated to meet you, and Maggot was as well. I had fully and sincerely intended to be at L vs. R's gallery show just a few nights later, but after being plied with margaritas by a dear friend as well as a very generous bartender (that is a shameful lie -- I plied myself...), I was in no state to attend much of anything besides the bed, in which I was to be joined by my Captain a short while later (jealous??). You knew all the Crumpets slept together, right?
And so, I've collected my seashells, filled my combat boots with sand, purchased some jingle-jangles on the Venice Beach Boardwalk (with which I have adorned myself and can now be heard ten miles away), and have now returned home to my old familiar cell a happier and healthier Wayward Victorian Girl.
See you sooner than you think, Muffins;)!
With Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, Block B, Cell W14, Inmate A,
EA
P.S.
The Plague: Get it. Feed it. Spread it. Sluts.
P.P.S
Recommended by Otep, I have Twittered for the first time ever this evening...fuck, if it's good enough for her, it's good enough for me...
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