Kids, this is what's called "fucking with your eyes." Just by looking at Michael Stipe I can tell of what kind of effed up, kinky, illegal thoughts are going through his head. Actually, he sort of just looks like he wants Heath to hold him through the night, comb his hair and tell him a story about magical ponies with a Cyndi Lauper soundtrack playing in the back. 

 

I'm happy to see Heath getting the hot back a little bit. Here's Heathie with Stipe and Debbie Harry at the Marc Jacobs show. And yes that's Vincent Gallo. They need to stop letting that homeless vagabond into places!