Dessert-30.03.23
long hair and high dress
she's high as her dress and heels
sweet and salty taste
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
09:30 car park ER 25.03.23
Run free
Holding you
A gasp warmth leaving
Me singing a French lullaby
Taken
Companion
Trusted friend
Comrade in arms outside unreasonably sunny
For so long ago
I believed in Angels
Sun hurting
My eyes
Slap on shades
Going Underground
Nothing registers
Just
Numb: the feeling of feeling no feeling.
numb
Vapid-17.03.23
find her in the morning after
dreams of swimming in the Milky Way
I want to pour her over her
Like the sun kisses flowers
Watch her
Open in full
bloom
She begs off
vapid She insists
fought too long
Not to see the feint within the feint
Held her too close not to know the truth
She seeks divinity
To follow her
You must be clean
You must repent
Not sure what she meant
Vapid: offering nothing stimulating challenging. 2)Derogatory term for a female, implying superficiality, materialism, vanity, and a hollow
Says she’s vapid
Idiosyncratic hook up-20.01.22-later
Any man/ distraction
Would have filled the void I could have been anyone with the
possible exception someone she cared about
I’m easy
Drawn to fire
moth
fated to burn
be well
be sexy
be pretty
be happy
wait an hour before swimming after meals
cross on green not in betwixt
2,5,6,7 all good cretins go to heaven-Joey Ramone
Idiosyncratic: Idiosyncrasy is an unusual feature of a person. 2) an odd habit
just
a
Idiosyncratic hook up
She was Nico? -19.11.21-later
Her canvas was herself
anything/ anyone
So very lonely
Intimidating
too many
siren’s call
I was deep underground
cocktail of cacogenics, coffee, and controlled substances
Lost in a dream (dreams will come)
I heard her a voice like single malt scotch)
This morning
Driving blind
Desperately
Wantonly
No hello
No goodbye
Just NOW
She was Nico?
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
Grace-03.03.23
orange marmalade sky
her heart beating ferociously
under my palm
hips moving rhythmically
under me
soft spring grass
the sunset
lemon Kush
energy
life force
passion
I am
Giving in to sin
Take me !
She cries and kisses me
Giving us
Grace is favour, the free and undeserved help that God gives us.
grace
She05.03.23
My blue-eyed whore
je t’adore
She the root Addiction
She is connexion to me
She is strange music
Taking her into me like
Heroin(mainlined in me soul)
She is
transmutation
Transforming
Dark matter powers the multiverse
A blind goat bleats
into
she
Because
She is
the mysteries of space, time and women
Only she
Is blessed among women
She
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