Recently we were interviewed (AGAIN) by a well-known secret underground hip hot literary publication out of NYC that pretty much is a hotbed for truly avant-garde multimedia supermogels of beauty wealth power and fame so we probably shouldn't mention it by name for legal copywriting purposes and just well because the interviewer just did not understand that it's dirty outside and totally gray and are just not vibing that and our aura is just totally grumpy so the interview ended abruptly although the writer and publication do not in fact, exist. Or do they. So maybe it never actually ended or maybe it never really began who's to say we for one, cannot say which witch is which. She sells seashells by the shore.
Q: So, tell us. Frances, Judy. Why do you continue to write about such a multitude of topics on a daily basis, without knowing why you do it? Who you're reaching? Or what your goal is?
A: We were born that way.
Q: You were born that way? You mean, like how someone can be born with asthma? Or allergies?
A: No! We were born to run! We were born to be wild! Raaaaahhhhhrrrr.
Q: Did you just growl at me? Um, anyway in another recent interview you listed your favorite activity as frolicking in the forest with the polywags and the devildogs. Was that a part of your imagination or an actual excerpt from your upcoming fantasy fiction comic book?
A: You must listen to the wind of your soul, goblin, to find out.
Q: Goblin?! Did you just paraphrase a Cat Stevens song? Did your mother drop you on your head? Are you currently or have you ever been, on crack?
A: Why. Do you want some? Because two wrongs do NOT make a right Bob Barker. You are what you eat and you've never had it so good. Just keep that in mind cause you are barking up the wrong tree, Space Ghost. You of all people should know that beauty is only skin deep.
*f & j