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

 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


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