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 April 2016

29.04.16-story of us
I can’t
remember
When 
the
story
began
before
we 
locked eyes
before
we
spoke
before
We
fucked 
continues
after
wehave a cigarette
after
we part
we go
to our
worlds
I will
tell
you 
This 
story
Again it only changes
No ending just 
US

28 April 2016

27.04.16-cutoff’s 
cool spring morning 
sunny
walking towards me 
hiden behind 
mirror shades
my secret
friend
honey coloured 
skin
soft 
warm
scotch  coloured 
hair 
thick
long
bikini  top
breasts
small
nipples hard
ruby belly ring
toned
innie
cutoff levis faded and tight 
like 
secrets held close
like
our secret
cutoff
from the world

26 April 2016

22.04.16-awake
how long
did 
I sleep
does 
It matter you woke me
does he know
what you
have evoked
it was prophesied
in the book of Nods
the second  coming of the 
vampyric  demon
does he know
feeding
on 
your beauty
on
your passions 
on
your soul
I grow stronger
does he know
The dark rituals
You wrought
invoking
demon
you began 
this ritual
how did you imagine
it ends’
you 
 my little
human sacrifice
I’m 
Wide awake
Ravenous
impatient


20 April 2016

20.04.16-close
You’re so close
I can almost taste you now
We dream when
We’re
awake
Skin so soft
Skin so hot
Sweat slick your body glides 
against me
straining against 
cuffs
Back arched
Head thrown back
Hips
Rising
Falling
Frantic rhythm
A new
Language
of moans
 language
a screams
dreams happen
when were close

18 April 2016

18.04.16-raw like sushi
weapons grade body
angelic face
RAVENOUS
taste of 
a
 kiss 
the feel of 
breast
long tanned 
legs
encircling
pulling
me in
you’re 
me whore
that
I
 ADORE
need  you
crave you  
FAMISHED
want you
raw 
like sushi


16 April 2016

15.04.16-real me
you want
to
know
the
real me
sincerely
know me
peel back the layers
darker
darker
still
darker
If
I
had a soul
the colour
darker
Not even pretty
on the inside
This is the
real me

14 April 2016

14.04.16-take this
walk away
run away
just take this
I won’t follow 
if you
 need me
look underground
just this one thing 
and 
I won’t worry
Just take it
Don’t look
Back
Here it is
Love is he only strategy for survival
Walk on
Don’t look back
You’re   
Not there
I am 
not there
we’re not there
Just take
That
Everything else
is
Noise
Love is the only strategy for survival

13 April 2016

13.04.16-fuck off
I get it
I am not 
appropriate
it was a good run
Nirvana show
Too much
Beer
Music
laughter
with
RESPECT
LOVE
I’ll FUCK-OFF


12 April 2016

12.04.16-beyond
in the space
beyond
life and death
good and evil
love and hate
reality and fantasy
I await you
beyond

11 April 2016

10.04.16- close the door 
night
never has to end 
close the door
he/she
all the noise
close the door
don’t 
label 
close the door
only
we exist
close the door
tomorrow 
just some other time
we
never  end
close the door

09 April 2016

09.04.16-Rasputin
I arise from
 the
frozen river every time
immune
to
bullets, knives
poisons
even
suicide blondes
I arise  every time red hair
Aflame
exterminating  mortals
With a glance
Drinking  women
Like water
Shooting
Art
Prose
Straight into
Me neck
I
am
Rasputin 

06 April 2016

06.04.16-dark cocktail hour of the soul
driving a dark highway
those words
kill
pass me the bottle 
music’s 
perfect
chase that dragon
those words
kill 
take her home
and 
drive further
from what we
were
we tried 
to be
finish this alone
dark cocktail 
of 
the soul

05 April 2016

01.04.16-crave
she’s staring at me
staring at you
I walk in 
Gypsy leathers
women 
stare
crave
me
why 
don’t you
crave 
why
do I 
crave

.03.04.16-visions of heaven
shade
vision
hallucination
gigawatt smile
pale blue eyes
torn fishnets
paradise 
on stilettos’
Visions of heaven