It's 3:30pm - do you know where your editor is?
(Well, I suppose I did want to get into publishing for the lunches.)
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
(Well, I suppose I did want to get into publishing for the lunches.)
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, July 11, 2008
(Well, I suppose I did want to get into publishing for the lunches.)
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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