07.11.15 pink box
telling me your
pink box
is the
stuff of quests
men die
men Kill
for your
pink box
I sense
a
touch of evil
I should run from
Yet I run
to it
demons feed
on it
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
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
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