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Whiny Wobert Smiff: Paleface poser Bad-hair bard Of teen existentialism. Droning three-chord dirges Wobbly Wobert About to burst-- Not into flames, But girlish tears. Superficial woes Suburban emo . . . Wobert, Wobert Your mascara is running As fast as it can Away from the 80s. I am ashamed To have seen The Cure Live in 1983. It did not cure me.
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
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Whiny Wobert Smiff: Paleface poser Bad-hair bard Of teen existentialism. Droning three-chord dirges Wobbly Wobert About to burst-- Not into flames, But girlish tears. Superficial woes Suburban emo . . . Wobert, Wobert Your mascara is running As fast as it can Away from the 80s. I am ashamed To have seen The Cure Live in 1983. It did not cure me.
Well, their first album was OK . . . (Killing an Arab, Jumping Someone Else's Train, Grinding Halt, etc)
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Jul 1, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
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