I'd also like a T-shirt with a great big yellow happy smiley face, and then underneath: "I hate myself and want to die."
Whimsy, I tell you. Fear me.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Whimsy, I tell you. Fear 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.
Monday, October 21, 2002
Whimsy, I tell you. Fear 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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