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

31 July 2015

31.08.15
Your madness
perfume below your belly
Like a rare
tropical flower
warm and inviting
behind your forehead 
dreams and visions wait
like  
a flock of beautiful 
birds waiting to take flight
under your breast a heart so 
strong 
passionate
bursting
like a star gone s
supernova
in 
my bed you’re 
a revelation
of raw sensuality, and passion
I wish to caress your affliction
This madness 
of yours
has
me 
in 
a trance

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