My laptop thinks it's Christmas. Not in that metaphorical way, either. It's telling me that it's currently Monday the 25th December, 2000.
So Merry Christmas from Mae the Laptop, everyone.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
So Merry Christmas from Mae the Laptop, everyone.
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.
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
So Merry Christmas from Mae the Laptop, everyone.
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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