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

18 June 2015

18.06.15
The  chaos and darkness of my world
has crossed over to yours
And upset
the
order of your soul
and
I know 
you  saw here me 
spread your  wings and fly out of here
Angel, before your eyes get used to
The
Darkness
I know love that you wouldn’t like it here
I lost track  
of time
and now I have been
here half my life
leave 
my world
fly back to yours
I will 
Be here
Next time 
You come down

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