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

15 September 2019

St Dymphna -13.09.19

Found my consciousness in a glassine envelope
my soul in blood roses
dancing   in a syringe
Glassine envelope:The preferred packaging envelope for dime bags, also popular with stamp collectors.
shot it into me neck

Rushing: euphoria  when skag reaches the skag centre of your brain/soul.
rushing   riding that white horse
down  from the polar peaks
down te rabbit hole
straight underground
still dropping fast
9th circle
straight to the 9th circle :The Ninth Circle of Hell is a frozen lake 2)the Ninth Circle are people who have betrayed the trust of someone or something close and special.
there 
I will
find her
St Dymphna  tipped me off as she was getting dressed  by the light of a flashing neon light
shouting Vacancy


StDymphna: is the patron saint of the nervous, emotionally disturbed, mentally ill. She was a mystic and had Stigmata

when I find her
I will leave 
there
St Dympna  calls
wounds  
madness 
dance
synchronistically 

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