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

21 October 2015

22.10.15 perfume
No one understood
the
colours
and
depth
and
intensity
of
her madness
I kissed her breasts
I wrapped my arms around
her waist
inhaling
Deeply from  fragrant  tropical flower
 between her legs
as
I kissed her
Flower
savouring each petal
I could feel
her mouth on my waist  bored
with me

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