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

16 July 2015

16.07.15
you hit me like
China White
A new ritual
I want more of 
Of  you
Than a syringe 
Can hold
Let me 
Hold you
I
Already tied off 
When we 
Kiss
I am injecting you straight into my 
Soul
I will hold  you through my
nod

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