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

22 July 2015

22.07.15
This is 
not 
a love poem 
This is not about 
You 
I need 
you 
More than I want 
You
I want you 
With the heat of
of
10,000 super novas
This is  absolutely
the part
Where 
You fuck me
Or
Fuck off
This is the truth
I don't 
Do 
Love
This is the freedom 
Of 
Being underground
This is 
all 
All there is

No comments: