I think I have a blood clot in my left elbow from not moving and my socks stick.
Actually, I know my socks stink.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Actually, I know my socks stink.
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.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Actually, I know my socks stink.
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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