Dale Slamma & The Hill St Blues

A day in the life of Dale Slamma at her thankfully part-time job of corporate doom and oppression

In a trap there were three things, me, my regret and my poverty or Newtown, the gossamer trap, cuts both ways just like a knife

Bank lady in conversation with Dale Slamma

Come on Mister, sure I can write a short story and do all of that other stuff all at once, just let me finish this paragraph then I'll come and talk to you about it

I wish him well and hope that everything he's worked for comes true

Official capacity

PS or Ra! Accidental in-lift rudeness

First draft after walking through Central at lunch time with two fans and one man

Don't leave me in charge, I'll fuck your shit up on purpose

Are trains electric?

Compass

Rocket science: true or false?

Next time I will remember this important information before I turn my head into a sculpture

Three jobs, one woman, five kinds of toilet, a brief note on the goodness of Gemma and waiting for a bus

Why not write a letter complaining to the council?

Don't float

Oh yes

Shapes for sound

In my teeth

Management apologises for this post but she needs to have things in simple order right now