The darkness is upon me, people (easy, dudes. We'll have 'Permission To Land' when the time's right). What with Dennis leaving for the Roman wilderness of pain (nah, he's earned his place right next to the Creator. I see him listening intently before taking a long mute nostril drag on a Marlboro and offering "That's great. Do you wanna know what would be really cool?"), I get the Castaneda 'at your elbow' feeling.
Here's a hunk o' burnin' blackness to get yerselves twisted and sexy to in front of your 90" TV as you watch your Britain's Got Talent, nibbling on your latest Jamie Oliver creation as the neighbour's cat deftly sprays into your painstakingly-created outdoor fuschia arrangement.
Go ahead. Vote, motherfucker!Click
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