I want a black -icly on my head.
(Thank you to my lifestyle, turnstile and just plain style consultant Jojo - now in residence - for assisting me with this ambition.)
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
(Thank you to my lifestyle, turnstile and just plain style consultant Jojo - now in residence - for assisting me with this ambition.)
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, February 17, 2004
(Thank you to my lifestyle, turnstile and just plain style consultant Jojo - now in residence - for assisting me with this ambition.)
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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