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

05 December 2016

05.12.16- valise
talk about him
long for him
tell me you’re
loyal
devoted 
shy
your hand in my pocket
you’re not like this
I am special
I’ll take a pass
I’ll finish my drink
There’s 
a
fit bird
Without a valise 
In each hand 


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