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

25 January 2015

24.01.15 on the morning of 25.01.15 over coffee
I hoped,
Picture excess,
And whispered rumours
I celebrate my darkness,
I hoped you didn’t care
Yes
I know the choicest parts of hell
I hoped you weren’t frightened
I hoped you knew
That, I don’t judge and 
I hoped you didn’t either
I get it
I just 
As 
Faded and jaded as 
I am, hoped 
You wouldn’t be
And  
Hoped you knew this Vampyre 
Doesn’t harm those he 
Loves
I hoped 
That you would see this 
And 
Understand
I hoped you were
really 
My 
Friend

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