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

31 March 2018

night swim
pink spider  finds
me
in the
Garden of Gethsemane
The Garden of Gethsemane is where Jesus prayed on the night of His betrayal and despair in Gethsemane was so deep that He sweat drops of blood 
arrest 
she kisses me
takes  me hand
you’re sweating
let’s swim
by moonlight
knowing
I am 
betrayed
I dive 
in
black water
taste 
of 
pink spider venom
on 
me 
lips
I swim 
away 
into the black

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