So. Marilyn Manson concert last night. I didn't go.
Fuckses.
Rosie on Tripe J: So if you're heading out to the Manson gig tonight, we'd love to hear from you...
Dee: No we fucking wouldn't, shut the fuck up!
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Fuckses.
Rosie on Tripe J: So if you're heading out to the Manson gig tonight, we'd love to hear from you...
Dee: No we fucking wouldn't, shut the fuck up!
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, September 16, 2003
Fuckses.
Rosie on Tripe J: So if you're heading out to the Manson gig tonight, we'd love to hear from you...
Dee: No we fucking wouldn't, shut the fuck up!
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
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