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

12 February 2015

12.02.15
another icy morning 
hot coffee dark music, and a blue dog
you leave without a kind word
I go to 
Icy regions 
Looking for a 
White horse
I call out 
She comes to me
Tap tap a little stab
Blood roses bloom in the snow

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