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

21 February 2015

17.02.15
fuck-off and die scum
you  don’t need a walking study in demonology
Please go to the Irish bastard
The one you asked me to teach a lesson,  with a .45 auto
You’re not
My type
As smart  you claim
Zip talent
And more baggage than a cruise ship

The Irish bastard 
Needs a meal ticket
I don’t
More issues than time
more daddy issues
than porn star
without the skills
you’ll never speak again
now that is 
the
nicest thing
you’ve ever done for anyone

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