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

10 December 2015

10.12.15-mind field
a new emotion
conversation 
before 
chemistry
souls
before 
seduction
Spirit’s
not
bodies
I met you on the 
mind fields

09 December 2015

0912.15-kiss
this was our first kiss
I don’t taste him
our first conversation
your voice
not his
now never the same  woman
twice
not the woman I  loved
last night
a kiss
like China white
not just 
a
 kiss

09.12.15- favourite mistake
Your favourite mistake
500 miles
6 hours
white knuckles
white lines
we're  white hot
madness 
spontaneous combustion
sexual
nuclear fission
 accident
waiting to happen
beautiful
bedlam 
perfect
pandemonium
chaos 
connection
LOVE 
being
your 
favourite  mistake

07 December 2015

07.12.15- heartbreak tango
music starts
we take our places
music commands
practised move from a passion play
the music hasn’t stopped
yet
you walk away
heart break tango

07.12.15-reputation
you have a reputation to protect 
I get it
I don’t  play
Well
in 
little towns
little minds
the ‘burbs
small visions
malls
closed minds
I’m a picture
Ugly rumour
Excess
A ravenous vampyre
Demonic acts
You can’t be seen
Embracing the darkness
That is me
Your reputation



06 December 2015

06.12.15-written
How do I feel about 
YOU
you already know
I have written it
in 
blood
I have 
Written it
In
crayon
screamed in  a moment
of passion 
you hitting me 
like china white
a million small deaths crawling
across your face
whispered
in a tender moment
nibbling on your neck
holding you
I have written it 
On 
Your body 
graffiti 
on 
me soul

05 December 2015

05.12.15-are you trying to make me cry
it can’t be
done
Apparitions’
Comfort
Me
Scars
And 
Black leather
Armour
Shield me
Fallen 
Angels
shelter
embrace
me
in  
darkness
embrace
me
darkness
then
run
to a false 
god
are you
trying to make me cry
take your
shot

05.12.15-assassin
stalking
weapon ready 
feel you
armed 
with the only thing that can kill 
a
vampyric demon 
  spin 
 fire late
crying out 
fallen angel’s
all too late
CUPID
 Is
ASSASSIN

05.12.15-assassin
stalking
weapon ready 
feel you
armed 
with the only thing that can kill 
a
vampyric demon 
I  spin 
I fire late
crying out 
fallen angel’s
all too late
CUPID
 Is
ASSASSIN

04 December 2015

.04.12.15 some women
Some women 
haunt
some 
gone
some
a smile
some 
a scar
some
STD
some
PTSD
Still can’t 
live
without
some women

03 December 2015

03.12.15-sometimes
sometimes I get so lonely 
I roamed all over the world
sometimes
I get close
but
I have never 
been  home

03.12.15-DAMAGED
Its walking through Berlin 03:00 in January cold 
here
I understand 
never real
Easy convenient
Not real
An easy out
I am DAMAGED
Your best by date
Had passed
I am   DAMAGED
Not a first choice
Now 
Not so convenient
Numb
Sleep walking
Always alone
After all 
I am DAMAGED

02 December 2015

01.12.15-illusion
reality is
dreaming outloud
Creating 
romantic
Sensual
Worlds
APOCALYPSE
ESCAPE
neon lights
doubles
I know
Implants
Spray tan
Bleached hair
On 4 inch heels
REALITY
I’m stupid
I create
improbable
worlds
uninhabitable
APOCALYPTIC ROMANCES
DOOMED
REALITIES
ILLUSION 
HOLY
HOLY
Beautiful
LICENTIOUS
illusion 
WANTON
catching 
FIRE

01 December 2015

01.12.15 stone cold
Kneeling on cold stone 
Hands clasped 
Head Pressed 
Cold iron 
Railing
Praying 
Crying
Black 
Dress
Veil
It's stone cold in here 
just like
He 
Was

30 November 2015

30.11.15-seraph
some 
say 
she 
was
a warning
some
say
a
sign
some 
a 
prophecy

some 
say
from
heaven
some 
say
Berlin
I 
Think
A pale rose
Kissed by 
African sun
I was 
There
when
She sang
I couldn’t 
Understands
felt it from inside
The skies
Turned to
 Pollock’s 
Convergence
Picasso
Les demoiselles d'avignon
I was told
To
Mobilise
Desolation Angels
To initiate
ritual
spoons
Chalices
I was told
demons, and vampyres
riders 
of
apocalypse
I was told

that
you’re
salvation
I was told
You’re seraph

29 November 2015

29.11.15-magic
you’ve forgotten
and it’s sad
your magic
a 
miraculous
mix 
many gifts
beauty
light
conceiving
old soul
fledgling incarnation
sensual friend
sultry lover
when 
a
callous despot
obscures
radiance
I see it
Your magic

28 November 2015

28.11.15 -dive
Buried in the rain
I light a 
Gitane
Suaza
Straight
White powder on tan breast  
Numb
face
numb 
body
Soul
screams
she
Writhes 

Do you feel
Like we do
I don’t feel

28.11.15- suicide
suicide
I hear 
The shotgun
Smell 
Gunpowder
Taste 
Blood
Feel
Desperation 
feel
Loneliness
Anger
Without focus
Suicide 
Anger
 turned inward
Buried in the
Rain
Angry, sad
Forever ghost
Suicide always 
Haunts


27 November 2015

27.11.13-desolation angels
How many times have I walked these
rainy
cold
dirty
streets
in this ancient
city
a few
fortnights
with
Valkyrie
before
vampyre
a wake  of desolation angels
junk sick
gorgeous
armed
guitars
drums
spikes
voices
anger
look closely
desolation angels
roam



26.11.15 dreams and angels
dreaming
walking
the 
grey 
concrete canyons
of 
Mitte
Me  angel close
Warm 
Her wings holding 
me
Breathing cartoon balloons
Stopping
Coffee
Cocktail
Snog
DREAM
Loving  
Out loud
Me
ANGEL
Is a 
DREAM