The suckergun is about to come apart. I feel its next bullet might be its last.
Better make it count, then.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Better make it count, then.
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.
Sunday, June 30, 2002
Better make it count, then.
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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