There Is No Such Thing In Life

It May All End Tomorrow, Or It Could Go On Forever (in Which Case I'm Doomed).

I Think I Must Be, Absolutely, A Total Sex Object. In Every Sense Of The Word.

I Am Stuck In The Dream Of An Album That Sells Well Not Because Of Marketing, But Because People Like The Songs.

Sometimes I Wish I Was Just A Simple Drunkard.

Robert Smith Is A Whingebag.