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

30 November 2015

30.11.15-seraph
some 
say 
she 
was
a warning
some
say
a
sign
some 
prophecy

some 
say
from
heaven
some 
say
Berlin
Think
A pale rose
Kissed by 
African sun
I was 
There
when
She sang
I couldn’t 
Understands
felt it from inside
The skies
Turned to
 Pollock’s 
Convergence
Picasso
Les demoiselles d'avignon
I was told
To
Mobilise
Desolation Angels
To initiate
ritual
spoons
Chalices
I was told
demons, and vampyres
riders 
of
apocalypse
I was told

that
you’re
salvation
I was told
You’re seraph

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