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

20 July 2020

casting spells-20.07.20
Magik: science of language to manipulate language to change consciousness
awake
practice
Magik
My friends
Shamen
Sorceresses
Necromancers
Enchanters
Art manipulating images words or sounds to make changes in consciousness
Artist
All of us
changing reality
Casting spells

15 July 2020

Not there-15.07.20
I am
not
your ex
I am
not
your stalker
I am
not
that man””
I am
not
who you imagine
I am
Not 
Who you fear 
I am
not
ever going to fulfill
I am
Not
Going to change a litter box
I am not 
Your psychosis
Psychosis :  severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality. 2) why you’re a monster

I am
Not
Talking you off the ledge
I am
not
even there

12 July 2020

Illuminati babes Break Free-11.07.20
thousands of words
not one kind one
I could have been anyone
With
an
exception
someone
she loved
if I don’t
fancy the flick
I leave
don’t fancy the food
send it back
she gives
 terms and conditions
Graffiti announcing
Illuminati babes Break Free
Illuminati: a secret organization said to be controlling most of media such as music gaming and news. symbolized by the pyramid monster on a dollar bill
epiphany
admonitions
wash off me
beyond bourgeoisie judgements

underground
breaking away
breaking free
a fix
Illuminati babes

07 July 2020

pink spider sonnet-07.07.20
Thoughts of thy kisses calm me when upset.
Our passion turns the “thou” and “I” to “we,”
By love, not foes, O may I be beset.
To Jakku let us flee (sans Palpatine),
There meet the call of passion at our best.
Thou art the shell and I, within, thy bean,
My love for thee hath ev’ry day progress’d.
Love is the order lovers must obey,
Love is the new-grown fruit sprung from the heart,
Love plunges one headlong into the fray,
Love is a never-to-be-master’d art.
Though Sith would gladly see me disappear,
With thee, e’en space shall not too bleak appear.

05 July 2020

cowgirl

Cowgirl - A Haiku-05.07.20
Last dive bar nighttime
An old, wild cowgirl dancing
beyond the mermaid