Now there's something you don't see every day: two schoolgirls handcuffed together.
Well, I don't see it every day. I don't know where you hang out.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Well, I don't see it every day. I don't know where you hang out.
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.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Well, I don't see it every day. I don't know where you hang out.
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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