by Tomorrow's Man
March 12, 2006
Today is ending with the echoing crecendo of a Coca Cola sunrise that simply wandered amongst the trees and buildings and watchtowers all this livelong day, surely finding its echoey way into most peals of laughter that then themselves begat wee echoey titters and some bullishly ghosty guffaws that pranced and cavorted from about ten til nine with zero intention of giving in to the chill of night, or sleep.