I probably shouldn't have another bowl of Sultana Bran for dinner. Just because I can't be bother getting off the computer long enough to get anything else.
(Paint me cliched.)
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
(Paint me cliched.)
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, May 06, 2003
(Paint me cliched.)
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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