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
Alone-04.14.95-later
In a bar
Next too
The place
Where my friend dances for men,
you say she sells herself
nicotine stained lungs I speak to you in tongues
And you say my life is a mix of Picasso, Kerouac
Lines, gin and women
I am too high to notice too gone to care
You say my
Madness comes from sadness
Then you
Quit saying anything
Still I miss you
All you left me
Was
Alone: having no one else present 2)Not having anybody. 3)indescribable state of being.
ALONE
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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