I would totally support this.
U2 & The Cure, together at last.
Such a website would be :cornflakes: to me.
I would totally support this.
U2 & The Cure, together at last.
By women. His male mates would probably just go "PHWOAR!! YEAH!!".
Yes, I know that's sexist. But so are guys like that, so I can't care much.
Such a website would be :cornflakes: to me.
You guys would be surprised at how excited i am for the new U2 song.
it's going to be the hotness. possibly the hottest thing you could imagine. submarines and gasolines.
I see it like, if I can take control of a guy, using whatever advantages I have, that gives me power. 'Traditionally' guys use girls. Girls who want nothing but a boyfriend let guys walk all over them just for a little bit of affection. I prefer the role reversal. I've used guys. If I can control a guy and stay in power, then he can never control me.
I can't continue arguing it, because clearly we're not going to see eye to eye. I can't explain how it works in my head, but somehow it just does. Maybe I'm just completely screwed up in the head, but somehow, I manage to feel powerful and never out of control in such situations.
The thing I want to get clear though, is that none of you people think I'm a slut, right?
He needs a Lolhurst to his Sad Bob?
That was dreadful.
And I was trying to remember last night a story you'd told me once about The Cure recording an album in a week and consuming some utterly obscene amount of wine. Care to refresh my memory?
Why must great things be in fruition when my internet is the shittiest fucking thing in the known universe, all throughout the complete history of space and time?
I laughed at it.
The Cure recorded Kiss Me at Miraval Studios in France, which has a vinyard. Over their stay, they consumed something along the lines of 150 bottles of wine. A WEEK. For about three months.
I laughed at it.
The Cure recorded Kiss Me at Miraval Studios in France, which has a vinyard. Over their stay, they consumed something along the lines of 150 bottles of wine. A WEEK. For about three months.
So did I, but it was still dreadful.
And there's another name for that, Liam. ALCOHOL POISONING.
Kiss Me suddenly makes a hell of a lot of sense.
The thing I want to get clear though, is that none of you people think I'm a slut, right?
Funnily enough, they didn't recognise that Lolhurst was an alcoholic until two years later.
I take it Tolhurst was drinking about 148 of those 150 bottles per week?
Porl looks like this now, so guess how much he drank:
Ok, I'm done with this nonsense now!
I love you.
You just love Robert Smith.
Is it guy love?
Between two guys?
It's true goth love.