souvenirs—2.10.18 - 04:38-later
it was always going to ends like this
I‘ll do it every time
Lunatic androids follow
yellowing love letters like a fresh black eye
starved for pink spider venom
throbbing sexual honey
pink spiders –those legs wrapping around me waist, that beauty like a speedball
jonesing for a fix
Berserk lightening
night air
these scars
tombstones
just
souvenirs
from the downs
the chase
the score
souvenirs
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
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