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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I don’t know where
we’re going
It won’t be boring
don’t want to
own you
don’t want to
change your life
Not that kind
see it in your eyes
melancholy
taste it in your kiss
want to Take you
Underground
Away
from
neighbours with eyes like cameras
you’re not hurting him
I am not hurting her
play with me
lay with me
come down
hang around
found you
we’re
friends
We’re what we create
It’s us
watch this space
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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