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

27 January 2026

 Shadowork-14.01.26

I was hitchhiking

She stopped

I looked into her eyes she was warrior archetype type

Conversation I realized, I knew her

felt like there was something

Familiar

She was warrior arch type.

I realized she is more

We- rebel archetype

The more I talked

I realized

She was doing shadow work let me out at further

I’ll see her again

She’s doing

Shadow work

 

Shadow Work: is the process of exploring and integrating the unconscious parts of ourselves repressed, denied (2 intelligence work black op’s

 

 Unfinished Underground symphony-23.01.26

blood in spike, blood roses.

Sussing must be alive.

She knows.

Subterranean migratory demon.

So different.

Simpatico.

Muse fuels the world.

She's perfecting I her sobriety

I am perfecting my disease

She has we word virus

too

She can hide it

I can't

Leper

Word virus afflicted

Don’t cure

Need the symptoms







 stolen words and prophecies of love-26.1.26

keep asking her

what do you wish for”?

II know the answer

I don’t think she does or maybe I’m not listening to her.

The answer is redemption,


redemption is subconscious (at best).

“What do you fear”?

she is afraid

she is so far gone.

she fears pain in a very general way.

She can still experience grief and pain

she pushes people away

looking for love thashe intuitively

knows

pain of grief is the price of love.

Love that is not given without condition 

or price is not. Feat Kelly Moynihan (unwitting collaboration)

 You can also credit me as having said plagiarism is sacrilege.  Me- all art is stolen images, thoughts and words


 


Black rose-17.01.25

black rose on pillow

waking and you’re gone

always Ends like this



 • Word virus 24.01.26

I need to fix bad

word virus jonsing so hard

calling muse hit me


 muse d'un soir 

Dinner went well, now Mono is with me at my studio flat. To share a nice Beaujolais. “Another glass?” I offer

Mono said,” I'm good.”


Switch the stereo to CD to avoid having to turn over and change records. I put in 3 lower Volume. 

I hear Mono and she said, “We need to postpone 3 to 5 days.”

Mono continues. Usually like a Swiss watch, but not today.”

‘Look in the cupboard on the right side.”

“Dude, there’s tampons, feminine wipes. You're single. Not normal for a single man”

“” How many “friends “do you have?”

Gentlemen never speak of such things, let’s just be here now.”

Mono, sorry, that was the cycle talking.”

Lover, nothing to worry about, just relax and be here, no expectations on my part, enjoy your company.”

Mono teases, “and you enjoy other things?”

“You have to ask?”

“Should, I leave the kitchen is closed?”

“Stay, and it’s always closed until you decide. I don’t see a problem unless you do.”

She answers with quizzical smile.

“We were to have a sleepover, braid each other’s hair, and pillow fights. If you’re good, I am good,” I said.

“Do you have a wife-beater I can sleep in? And a spare toothbrush, we had curry,” Mono asks.

“Yes, but you’ll be overdressed.” I answer.

“In that case I think I’ll stay” Mono says 

“I was hoping you might “

“I’ll be your muse tonight,” Mono says, kicking off heels.




 resuscitating Eros-27.1.26

Mystics of Love

cannot survive without

love returned.

Are we different? She asks

We can try to resuscitate Eros

Blazing Alien Mint

Bringing heat to a frigid night

Pink spider venom

Surging on me veins

Going to

Junk Centre in head /soul

Disconnecting screens splattering murderous nazis

Telling us to ignore

Eyes and ears but instead

Believe the lies

Right in front of us

We go underground 

under warm covers 

into arms long legs

Redemption through passion

Bringing back Eros