Someone once said that the sun never set on the British Empire because God didn't trust the bastards in the dark.
Whoever it was, buy that man a beer.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Whoever it was, buy that man a beer.
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.
Friday, May 10, 2002
Whoever it was, buy that man a beer.
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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