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 June 2007

09.06,07

You will never untangle the circumstance, which brought you to this point

05 May 2007

12 nights in Bangkok

Bangkok
A city at once modern, and ancient. The women so very lovely Buddha’s everywhere along with “. Long lives the king.” I stumble through staring at everything trying to drink it all in. I try to reconcile; starbucks and the benevolent portrait of King and Queen

31 March 2007

Guantanamo Theatre
David Hicks confessed after only 5 years in inhuman conditions after being betrayed by John Howard. And the prospects of a kangaroo court some day in the indefinite future.
Halide Sheikh Mohammed confessed to 911, the U.S.S. Cole and killing Nicole Brown Simpson.7-7 in UK the shoe bomber having knicked 3 snickers bars and a porno mag. Feel safer? I doubt it becomes more clear everyday; that9-11 was inside job the real terrorist are still in power.

02 February 2007

The poetry of conflict
Unmarked helicopters hovering overhead
Shouting into the receiver
Over Lord this is Arch Angel
We are yours OverLord
Command!
The mad Capitan screaming the Lord is coming soon!
Over the black helicopters speakers
Look up down forward and back again
These balaclavas were issued by the queen
Think about it and you’ll realise
You saw nothing at all

01 December 2006

Such an early song. Written when we thought Tompkins Park St. Marks and a handful of clubs and dives comprised the known world as, the places I had known before became unreal, to point of comedy. I was there a week before deciding everything they taught me was white lies and half-truths.
Wishful thinking-such an early song
Nighttime
finds me
screaming
daytime
finds me
dry
I am
lean
fast
And breezy
By the time I am
25
I’ll die
Wishful thinking?

11 November 2006

She 11.11.06
If I could see you again
For
just seven minutes
I would not say a


Word

I would just kiss and hold

You

14 October 2006

yet not given charges. I was guilty until proven innocent of a particularly repulsive act. Sexual harassment. My crime ; a joke made 3 months ago. It should be noted my accuser, was not actually there but was” offended.” She saw fit to report us. This woman who smiles to my face prattles on endlessly about her career, her “perfect suburban home, her fabulous career chose to dump her frustrations, which she obviously usually buries in food, on My academic career 2 months before I graduate with a 3.4 and MBA The consequences were in fact opposite, me friends rallied, professors spoke out in my defence. I survived

05 October 2006

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Bono 15.02.03-.04.10.06 RIP
Bono a fawn Shar-pei was killed by a speeding SUV today
Nothing Gold can Stay
438
by Robert Frost
1874-1963, written in 1923
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

21 September 2006


21.09.06-what if 
yes I know what you think of me
 you never stop talking
What if in these jeans, as faded as me
I just leave
What if she was to find me; there wisdom,
 peace in my needles
what if 
there is sanctuary 
in 
her eyes
 what if  here is asylum 
in 
her thighs

In-begin was -angst; borne of post-modern Nihilism, and white-collar ghetto frustration. A classic over educated under employed poverty jet set, acquiring grad degrees and drinking stories. html">vealpen x: in the beginning there was angst
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21.09.06
Yes I know what you think of me, you never stop talking
What if in these jeans, as faded as me
I just leave
What if she was to find me; there wisdom, and peace in my needles
There is sanctuary in her eyes