Meep. He's wearing nailpolish. He came to return my CD and gave me that friendly little grin and he's wearing nailpolish.
Ahem. Don't mind me.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Ahem. Don't mind me.
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, June 21, 2002
Ahem. Don't mind me.
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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