Sweet subtle joy is in with a mood to block out the sun and blinding overhead lights. 23 flavours of buzz kills all manner of death in the air that circulates, populates and infiltrates another day behind the windows of the fish bowl. Crack the lip and pierce the sound of the ring pull tabbing the interface, the unsettling nature of carbonation breathes in deep.
Canvassing the area, there is but one who deadlocks their sights on the side of the can of Dr Pepper. Years seen since the last appearance, a stop track makes recognition all the more entertaining to acknowledge.
Three days in with water in the second and third and noon on the back. Sauntering is posturing and the repeat on the corner of the kidney reiterates the point. Quiet yet bringing a bit of attention to itself.
Littering goes a bit of a way to stamp the memory of Dr Pepper into the consciousness. Sadly, it crosses an even smaller market than the first round.
Thursday, 1 February 2007
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