vealpen Z

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

10 September 2015

10.09.15 you’re not my type
love is just a bad memory 
from your youth
you’re not my type
I am walking 
Proof
Walking on the roof of the ocean staring at the stars
You’re not my type
Your love and affection
Seem so false
You’re   not my type
you don’t want me
you just like the attention
you’re not my type
this   ain’t boy meets girl
you don’t want me
you just like the attention
you don’t want me
you just like the attention
You’re   not my type





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