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
The sky was Weeping -13.11.23.
Because
I can’t
But you know that
You were there when
I was born (screaming and bloody)
after died (screaming bloody gun smoke heavy in the air))
everywhere betwixt
Weeping my way
My stiletto opens
Sorry dude I meant nothing a
Move on
Weeping: to express grief, sorrow, or any overpowering emotion by shedding tears; shed tears; cry
I can’t yet
weeping
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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