Krossa

Idag dansar vi lealöst men energiskt till maskinen och ber om Apokalyps(o).

Sedan drömmer vi lite om Tim Curry i Legend:

Och mumlar saker som:

Oh, Mother Night! Fold your dark arms about me. Protect me in your black embrace. I sit alone, an impotent exile, whilst this form, this presence, returns to torment me! 

Eller:

I require the solace of the shadows and the dark of the night. Sunshine is my destroyer.

Och: 

You think you have won! What is light without dark? What are you without me? I am a part of you all. You can never defeat me. We are brothers eternal!

Love sucks.

Och ett evil skratt.

Sedan kör vi bilen tillsammans med Frankie boy rakt in i dimman:

Freakish Misery Galore/

Svinet