vealpen x
21.09.06
Yes I know what you think of me, you never stop talking
What if in these jeans, as faded as me
I just leave
What if she was to find me; there wisdom, and peace in my needles
There is sanctuary in her eyes
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Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress
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