08.09.06
in the bar next to place where my friend dances for men
tarred stain lungs I scream into the night
too stoned to notice
too lost to care
next to the bar where my friend sells herself
It seems my life is blend
of leggy blonde's nicotine schedule one drugs and excellent fictions
a glass of gin, and half a pack of cigarettes
I have become the person
My parents warned me about
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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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