Everyone's going to the Powderfinger gig but me. I said I didn't want to go, but now I do. Aren't I a whinging little brat?
Oh well, I shall bear my soul in patience for the Cure next Thursday.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Oh well, I shall bear my soul in patience for the Cure next Thursday.
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.
Wednesday, October 11, 2000
Oh well, I shall bear my soul in patience for the Cure next Thursday.
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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