Hungry, but I don't want food.
Tired, but not sleepy.
So much work, but I won't do it now.
I dub myself contrary.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Tired, but not sleepy.
So much work, but I won't do it now.
I dub myself contrary.
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.
Saturday, November 16, 2002
Tired, but not sleepy.
So much work, but I won't do it now.
I dub myself contrary.
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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