Phone: *rings*
Bosslady: Can you work tomorrow?
Dee's brain: And you're going to do your Christmas shopping when??
Dee: Yeah, sure!
I'm such a whore for capitalism.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Bosslady: Can you work tomorrow?
Dee's brain: And you're going to do your Christmas shopping when??
Dee: Yeah, sure!
I'm such a whore for capitalism.
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.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Bosslady: Can you work tomorrow?
Dee's brain: And you're going to do your Christmas shopping when??
Dee: Yeah, sure!
I'm such a whore for capitalism.
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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