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

18 August 2020

 song hits-18.08.20

like bullet

trust me on this

sucking chest wound

Sucking Chest Wound: happens when an injury causes a hole to open in your chest.


that cavity

pay it no mind

just

a

place

I kept

me soul

don’t miss it

miss her

it was

always going to end like this

she was always

a pink spider

heroin

cyniade

weak distillations

she

would always do what

bullets

skag

knives

coke

car crashes

multi-coloured

universe

of uppers

dreamers  screamers

shaking like

the priest

the Priest: William S Burroughs

when the song hits

he one with pale blue  skies

song morphs

or is it me

when the song hits


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