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

20 October 2015

20.10.15 morning after
she’s all alone
he’s
fucking cold
I am somewhere 
In the 
Middle
Her touch was kind
Now 
it’s desperate
I take it
With salty kisses
And trembling  embrace
My anger
Will
Keep her 
SAFE


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