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 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

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