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

04 February 2015

.04.02.15
Run to the Irish bastard
It would be comical
If it 
Weren’t so, bloody
Needy, and toxic
You tell me how smart you are
And repeat the same pattern into infinity
It stung for a moment
I healed like the Vampyre 
I told you I was


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