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

24 August 2015

24.08.15
Those blue eyes 
hit me in the half light
I touched and felt the pain 
I saw in your eyes
I recognised it
It mirrored mine
And our hips matched 
Too
The nights 
We worked pain into laughter ,
And laughter 
into 
passion

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