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

17 October 2018

now 16.10.18
strange Angel falls like rain
over me
Prophecy: the function or vocation of a prophet specifically: the inspired declaration of divine will and purpose

she speaks prophecies
of  love
they surround her
heretics
empty eyes
souls full  dust
hearts full of ash
future a myth
apocalypse a heart beat away
Apocalypse: an event involving destruction or damage on an catastrophic scale 2) the end of the world in the big book of Jewish fairy tales

all we have is
now
strange angels kiss
tastes
of
longing for something not known
tastes of
tastes
of
Deceit
tastes
of
disintegration
that

Fragrant tropical flower
betwixt her thighs
tastes
of
desire
now
she is redemption
now
she is screaming sexy ruin
now
the only thing

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