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 May 2017

29,05.17-dancing
I think she's dancing
How
Should 
why 
should
I care
I know
too long 
since
we
danced
since
I
awoke to her
 in 
me bed
in
me head
I think
she’s dancing

28 May 2017

28.05.17-sand castles
club
destined 
that night
Rotaway
building 
a
sandcastle
that face
in 
magazines
on
runways
living in 
our
sandcastle
until
it fell into
the sea
as sand castles
forever do

26 May 2017

26.05.17-storm
Your daughter
Like you
Long blonde hair
Long legs
Pale blue eyes
Tastes
of
sorrow
Rolling
Over me
wet
wild
 storm

23 May 2017

21.05.17- higher
music’s high
are we
so is
your dress
this must be 
the place
this must be 
the time
your 
irascible  demon
my
rebel Angel
on the dance floor
3 chords of 
truth
3 chords of
beauty
2 lovers
high

19 May 2017

cowgirls-19.05.17
your history
in
Vegas?
Long Island ?
Shire ?
rinsed
one
we
crave
 in a
grave
talk
talk
action
here come
Cowgirls
riding
fast
hard
forward
reverse
round
here come
cowgirls


16 May 2017

16.05.17-walking
awaking
country
sold
given
angry rabble
Russians
early morning 
smell 
parfume
women
SO thin
SO blonde
they must be posh
 dark apparition and dog
invisible 
reeking
OF
pink spiders
sanctified sweat
sacred smoke
the world 
imploding

exploding
music art
venom
coursing in my veins 
walking

14 May 2017

13.05.17- parallels
a place
thst never intersect
a time
where
I was less damaged
you were more obtainable
we could
be together
instead
we’re
parallels

12.04.17-dirty blonde
dirty dirty 
blonde
hair
devils eyes
legs 
arms
everywhere
lurid promises
whiskey kiss
growling
moaning
dirty blonde hair 
in me mouth
on me  pillow
skin
to
skin
pink spider
STINGS
sultry  southern night
CONNEXION
waking
next 
too
dirty
dirty
blonde

07 May 2017

05.05.17-my love
love
so lush
so lovely
so clever
so could you
say
love you
sober
just once
or just not

say it
06.05.17-venom
those legs, long and strong
close around me
death 
loves me
plonking  pink spiders
can’t kill 
me
what I take  
might
coming down
pain
patiently
waiting
pain
assured
can you feel
seizures 
nausea 
coming
hear 
desperation
calling
savour
venom
let it take  you
venom
raison d'etre
venom
unswerving
venom
rushing through
viens
sweet poison
killing
pain
venom
sweet
venom

01 May 2017

01.05.17-swimming 
Hotel
Afternoon 
Demon feasting 
No pretense 
She dances
 into the flames 
Now
Coffee 
pool
Experimenting 
Ordinary
Just
Swimming