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

08 September 2015

07.09.15 kiss
Hit’s me
Just like junk
Taking me to that place
Outside space and time 
Nothing  
I ever 
tasted before
made of light
connecting to 
you
in 
new 
ways
you put 
my 
hand on 
breast
can you 
feel
my
black heart 
it 
just
started beating

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