The Cures

Demented, perturbed, disturbed... Then comes The Cures. These threatening children of the freezing pop-sickle like city of Detroit were known for their elite and utter-madness within this city. Ruins shattered and scattered the outer thick layers of the ground with the evil scent of victory for the evil-doers. Tasted like the blood shed from the victims of the fallen. Once killed, the gang-bangers cremated the body before robbing the inner and cotton-soft pockets of the poor wrong-doers. One slip of misleading messages would leave you sliced and diced as if you were another victim of the hash-slinging slasher (as used in Spongebob.) The Cures had no cure and luckily this was all settled through the Stanford visionary arts committee. Stanford, the place where you're dreams will come true. Visit Today!