Look. It's all different. And there's a Jen. Right there. Well, left there. Don't frighten her or anything. And don't worry, she doesn't bite.
Without invitation, at least.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Without invitation, at least.
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.
Saturday, June 08, 2002
Without invitation, at least.
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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