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

02 June 2018

tell her-02.06.18
If you see St Jill
tell her
Saints are humans who lead exemplary lives, and have performed 
at least 2  miracles after death
I need
a shot
angry  raised pink snakes
scars
that occupy
me
don't fill the 
hole
she left 
If you see St Jill
Saint Jillian patroness of ODs and runaways fatal beauty devotees sometimes develop her stigmata on their arms
tell her
I  had 
vision
sky turned black 
smoke filled the room
it was the ritual
and I held
her
If you see St Jill
tell her
I love her  


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