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
lost prayer-26.07.23
walking alone shades hide my face
me glorious sins writ in fire exploding across night sky
fires of love, burn in me soul
walk alone shades hide my face
me sins writ in fire
fires of love, burn in me soul
Scarred covered mask is made of stone
I'
seize angel by her horns, spread wings
Until I'm inside
evangelisation
All me words are written
in a lost prayer
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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