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

27 October 2017

22.10.17-underground
Angel
came
underground
looking to
get  fucked-up
fucked hard
recognition
she
patroness 
of
cheap motels
lost weekends 
fiery  rendez vous
If you wait 
heaven comes
to you
underground


19 October 2017

16.10.17-watch 
nothing lasts forever
moving past
that old movie
   haunting 
me
chucking sorrows
hunting Angels
chasing BLISS 
savour
horrifying
beauty 
annihilates
THEN
consecration
restoration
redemption
sanctification
beatification
transformation 
watch this space
new movie
launching 

17 October 2017

rape

I am humbled today reading women’s stories. I am outraged at how commonplace this is. I had a girlfriend who was stalked by a Deputy, and I managed to put him in his place.
Mumsy was crying one day after work she swore me to z
Secrecy, The fellow unfortunately had an accident a few days later. It seems a ruffian on a motorcycle drove him off the rode fortunately the time with his arm in a cast let him see the light.
I am wishing we had  “market justice” in India groups of women attack rapist with rusty knives cutting rapist genitals. Then rub chilli peppers
 I am realising all the women I have known without exception have been raped.  Something this endemic must be societal. The maths does not support this being done by outliers. A society holding back and brutalising 50% cannot progress.  This cannot stand, be business as usual the cost is too high.
Women you are brave and humble and touch everyone reading your truths.  You are exposing everyday injustices; everyday monsters and that thing cannot survive in daylight.

14 October 2017

14.10.17 -tonight
alchemy
majik
music 
potions
music
ignition
Connexion
chemical reaction 
spontaneous 
combustion 
explosions 
are how 
universes are created
tonight



13 October 2017

13.10.17-cocktails
Self-incrimination
self-loathing
Self-medicating
I’ll make a cocktail
to fill
an empty  place
the 
dark cocktail
hour
of the
soul

08 October 2017

08.10.17-Stunning
Deadly
Addictive
everything
Ever loved
all
dreams
nightmares
coming
at me 
on long l legs
click of stilettos on the dance floor
rhythm of hips 
Chanel red lips
a conversation of desire
softly
loudly
the highs
the crash
knowing  
this ends
badly
messy
but 
she’s stunning


06 October 2017

29.09.17-video poker
this was never 
going to work
I am 
too old 
I don’t do
digital lust 
a club
pulling
a bird 
meltdown
snogging 
heat
passion
Queen of hearts
and
Joker
Winning 
hand
go 
all in



01 October 2017

28.09.17-moment
Bowie on the screen singing 
Gin, flake fuelling 
me blood
YOU 
exciting
me eyes
mesmerizing 
me mind
this isn’t 
YOU
this  isn’t 
ME
a
moment 
perfect
world
a moment
stretches
or
 never happens
no
fancying alternate realities
at 03:30
absorbing
alchemy and majik
into my blood and brain
and listening to 
Bowie and NIN
a
flawed world
just a  moment
I’ll
take it