Fucking fire alarms. Look at that time. Just look at it, already. Fuck this.
Why am I typing this? Why haven't I gone back to bed already?
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Why am I typing this? Why haven't I gone back to bed already?
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.
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
Why am I typing this? Why haven't I gone back to bed already?
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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