Sometimes, I have this bizarre urge to rip my own ribcage open.
Hey, I don't know, I just live in this body. You think I know what's going on?
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Hey, I don't know, I just live in this body. You think I know what's going on?
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.
Thursday, October 03, 2002
Hey, I don't know, I just live in this body. You think I know what's going on?
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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