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

26 December 2015

26.12.15-people talk
leaving
my love not enough
that's tough
your face
is haunting me
saying 
everything’s fine
wish that
Voice 
Would die 
sad
 sheets still smell of you
thought I found Jesus
in your gash
people talk


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