There's No One Like You in the Universe

cause fathers tell their sons
"run along, we're all lovers and bleeders"
 
//Daniel Bishop

you've got to press it on you
you just think it
that's what you do, baby
hold it down
 
D
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《 driscoll maverick kaiser 》

older father, weary soul, you'll drive
back to the home you made on the mountainside
with that ugly, terrible thing
those papers for divorce
and a lonely ring
a lonely ring
sit on your porch
and pluck your strings
 
//daniel bishop

&& somethings happening
its like coming up for air
 

//charlie byrne//

Brandon knew exactly what that elongated package contained without needing to open it. He'd waited weeks and now it was finally here.
 
Halloween night could not have come any sooner. His replica Shaun of the Dead cricket bat was the talk of the night.
 
"ZOMBIES! RUN!" is the sort of line that he would expect to hear in his favourite horror movies, not something his best friend would shout to him in a panic before something that was once human takes a chunk out of his arm.
 
And now Brandon is running for his life, feet pounding the pavement as he tries to put some distance between him and the living dead. It's so much like the movies that he starts to laugh hysterically.
 
It's been a funny sort of day.

paris is always a good idea.
 
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.
.
every whisper, every sigh
eats away at this heart of mine

//there was once a mother who fell too deep
she left a little daughter for me to keep
she grew up to be a true princess of the street
a beauty caught by the ruthless destiny's creeps//