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
ghost dance022.01.25
roar of my machine
Love crucified
Free fire
Mercury-tipped bullets
Roar of my machines
and methadone
Looks that kill
I got the madness
I got the method
I got the means
2 worlds
I am somewhere betwixt
bleeding
the light
has gone
so, I’ll set a fire
with
A ghost I’ll dance
into the flames
into the void
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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