Gone-6.10.26
phone doesn’t get a text it’s me
This a losing game
I am tired of playing
Lust was our bond
Our sanctuary
It’s gone cold as you have
I don’t like film I leave
Don’t like the meal
send it back
I ‘ve just gone
No explanation needed
gione
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
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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