What is it about Los Angeles that inspires madness? Is it the consistently, unchanging beautiful weather? The constant void of those clear blue skies that would make André Gide sigh? Those palm trees perpetually swaying in the ocean breeze? The respiratory system-suffocating smog? Is it the Manson in the air? Or is it the ever-present … Continue reading
Ho Ho HO-eeello, dearest Filthy Dreams readers!! And a hap-hap-happy holidays to you! Come in and grab yourself a glass of nog. What’s that? You don’t like a drink that tastes like alcoholic pancake batter? Well, shoot it down anyway–Christmas isn’t about taste. Naturally–being Christmas, I thought I’d herald in the birth of Santa with … Continue reading