This is my darling boy, Doh'. He's aesthetic, sympathetic, propalectic perfection.
Read every word he writes, ten thousand time shall never be enough to satisfy our shared yearning for the truth. Study every picture he posts, look close for the hidden secrets laid bare before your eyes. This ain't no Where's Wally?, mind...
He shall speak to word of a lie. He is entirely, spectacularly tremendous.
So, sweet children of the ever-darkening night, enjoy him while you can. No doubt the almighty God that he is shall move on to the bigger, the better, ever more, with nothing more than a casually fleetingly look over the shoulder in my aching, broken direction with a satirical raise of that ever elusive eyebrow to tempt my temptation from it's hollowed tortoise shell.
