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

Good Friday 18.04.14
Charleston Heston frees' my ancestors
The Angel death passes me over.
Does she not know how much I love her?
Her beauty flawless, skin perfect, and though she's embraced me many times, I always wake up and she's gone.

13.06 on our anniversary
I remember this day so well
Because I thought this time
You would stay
You held me for days 
kissed me deeply 
Gave me the lead jewel's I still carry
Alas I awoke to cacophony of tubes machines and crying people.
But you were gone!
Death 
the only face I wanted to see
And you abandoned me
I

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