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 2017

Voodoo 01.12.17
eyeing the shape of something wild
what’s your name
dark voyeur
Texas Book Depository
loving this
Dealey Plaza
dark voyeur adjusts sights
loving you
target  acquisition
window of opportunity
lets bounce
whisper to a scream
feeding the hunger
I can do that
hitting me
addictive
pleasure
seen you in visions
lazy smoke swirling around us
I know you’re  a sorceress
a bullet magically ricochets
high
exhausted
sweat of lovers
musky scented air
lost in this moment
Blood-splattered limo
smell of fear death
dark arts
come to fruitarian
loss of  innocence

voodoo that is
muse

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