For Christmas, I would like a new mouse. There's really no point denying that mine's completely fucked any more.
Click, you bastard, click!
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Click, you bastard, click!
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.
Thursday, December 20, 2001
Click, you bastard, click!
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
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viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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