MOTLEY CRUE CALLING

The perfect world...Little waterfalls tinkle cheerfully down the hillside and rabbits and chipmunks scamper playfully in the long grass of the sun-dappled meadow; bluebirds tweet their happy tweeting high in the linden trees, and all the men look like Motley Crue!! Art-wrecko cherubs squeezed into dead black cow, looking like lifesize ads for Frederick of Hollywood’s fetish department, their heels stilettoed, their wrists studded, their chests chained, their crotches armored, and, topping the lot like a maraschino cherry on a chocolate gateau, the most unacceptably glorious brightly-dyed shag-cuts this side of the early ’70s!