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

06 December 2015

06.12.15-written
How do I feel about 
YOU
you already know
I have written it
in 
blood
I have 
Written it
In
crayon
screamed in  a moment
of passion 
you hitting me 
like china white
a million small deaths crawling
across your face
whispered
in a tender moment
nibbling on your neck
holding you
I have written it 
On 
Your body 
graffiti 
on 
me soul

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