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
jointing the dots-11.09.23
alone so long
Can’t remember when it happened
they say
lost my special friend
And never been the same
Running till I feel off the edge
Tumbled down the rabbit hole
Spit me out
underground
Don’t know
Way home
Angel
Says I hide
inside
angel would fly
not voodoo
underground
visions ecstasy
absurdly dark pleasures
Jointing the dots
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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