by Tomorrow's Man
December 14, 2003
Tonight my mind became a gooey slave to the Coriolis Effect, as I discovered my alter-selves cavorting with the ghosts of Sinatra and Presley, or some such types.
Swirl swirl went me head as I found out that I'm triple the person I thought I was, and damned if I'm not a glory in leather pants.
Bring me leather pants.