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

12 April 2021

 She-12.04.21

let me out of me grave

let slip me leash

she shouldn’t be scared

she wanted my hunger

she lit the fuse

Explosion: breaks up into more than one piece and it therefore changes its shape.2) petite mort 

going to feast on her

It’s

fictional?

It’s

Mystical?

It’s

Existential?

Only in moments of

Weakness

Does she need me

now

Does she need me

Now?


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