I must have been asleep four whole days

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Hello, and welcome to ze Upstairs Room. Well, the Cure bit of the Upstairs Room. The rest of my junk can be found here, if you so desire. I wouldn't. Anyway, this here is my little shrine-y section to the my favourite band in the *whole wide world*, The Cure (as well as a couple other worship-worthy things.) And like I've always said, what better way is there to show your love for a band than to write slash fiction about them? If you don't know what slash is... well, one wonders how you even got here in the first place. But, if, out of some miracle, you just HAPPEN to have accidentally stumbled upon my little contribution to "filth on the Internet", this definition may prove to be helpful: slash fiction is ficitonal (key word: FICTIONAL) stories involving two members of the same sex participating in naughty stuff. When you use two existing people, and they just happen to be famous, then WHAM! You've got yourself some nice slashy fanfiction. Now, before we all have heart attacks, whether it be from the initial shock that anyone could *do* such a horrendous thing or from the anger of trying to sift through all of this junk and get to the good stuff, I'm afraid I must disclaim. So here we go.

Ahem. I do not own the Cure, a statement I find to be quite readily obvious. Now, I'm not one for thinking up and writing down extraordinary arguments for slash (actually, I am, but let's humour me for a moment), nor am I about to try and fit one in a disclaimer. So basically, my friends, this is what it all boils down to: I like the idea of Robert and Simon snogging. Some people, most likely themselves included, do not. Hence, if they ever see this page, I am in deep, deep trouble. Simple, isn't it? Now, technically, this is the part where I'm supposed to tell you to scram if you're not over 17, but having just turned the ye olde 1-7 the other day, I've a bit of sympathy for you young perverts out there. So pull up a chair, it's family entertainment time! Go! Read! Enjoy! Laugh! Cry! Send me evil e-mail! I really don't care right now, this is a horrid introduction and I want to go back to bed.

Clicky clicky! Corresponding links for corresponding pages! Like what you see? Hate what you see? E-mail me! Really, go ahead. I'm a lonely guy.

Lament- My "serious" stories, though vomiting men, 'slash for the thinking man', and all manner of sexual exploits in a bathroom make me wonder how I dare to give them that title.
Do the Hansa- Come on, people. You just TRY and tell my that the idea of Lol being run over with a truck (numerous times, at that) is not even slightly intriguing. Just try.
Pictures- Selected bits, mainly drawn by me.
Other Stuff- Stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else, hence the name. I think there's a whole whopping two things in here.
Links-Links to wonderful Cure sights where you can go read REAL fanfic. Or steal the pictures. All the same to me.
Guestbook- I hath finally conquered the evil that is Dreambook, and it now does all my Satanic bidding. Now if only someone would sign it...
Was ist Neu? 6th January- Updates, because I got sick of sticking them at the bottom of ze page.
History- For anyone who wants to know the hows and whys of The Upstairs Room. Or if you haven't been abused as of late... we cater to both.

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