Today, crossing Lonsdale, I almost got run over by a Mars truck.
(Almost got skittled? Or is that mixing my metaphors? Does anyone other than my mother even use the word "skittled"?)
Death by chocolate indeed.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
(Almost got skittled? Or is that mixing my metaphors? Does anyone other than my mother even use the word "skittled"?)
Death by chocolate indeed.
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.
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
(Almost got skittled? Or is that mixing my metaphors? Does anyone other than my mother even use the word "skittled"?)
Death by chocolate indeed.
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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