"Like a child in this fantasy,
Punching holes in the walls of reality.
All my life I wanted to fly,
But I don't have no wings, and I wonder why
I can't break away."
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Punching holes in the walls of reality.
All my life I wanted to fly,
But I don't have no wings, and I wonder why
I can't break away."
"Breakaway", Big Pig. The only band comprised almost solely of percussionists? Go the 80s.
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 09, 2001
Punching holes in the walls of reality.
All my life I wanted to fly,
But I don't have no wings, and I wonder why
I can't break away."
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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