Soaring high in the sky,
he may be small, but only in size.
Astro boy, Astro boy,
he is brave and gentle and wise.
I can't remember any more. Isn't that sad?
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Soaring high in the sky,
he may be small, but only in size.
Astro boy, Astro boy,
he is brave and gentle and wise.
I can't remember any more. Isn't that sad?
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Sunday, September 10, 2000
Soaring high in the sky,
he may be small, but only in size.
Astro boy, Astro boy,
he is brave and gentle and wise.
I can't remember any more. Isn't that sad?
GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com
SITE
viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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