'No, it’s not like any other love
This one is different - because it’s us'
'If they dare touch a hair on your head
I’ll fight to the last breath'
All of Late Night, Maudlin Street
'In my own sick way, I'll always stay true to you'
'Oh, the alcoholic afternoons
When we sat in your...
It would be quite a spectacle for everyone else. Watching two people have syncronized heart explosions. It may result in a mass heart explosion. The most beautiful yet the most disgusting sight on earth.
Hearing Late Night, Maudlin Street sandwiched inbetween Picadilly Palare and Reel Around The Fountain would most likely result in my heart exploding in my chest.
I have a feeling that my frequent bad language would disgust him no end; and one day I'd see him at the bus-stop bemoaning my profane and obscene expressions to Boz, before ringing me to cancel our plans to go to the zoo.
We could be pen-pals instead.
I love his necklaces. And how he shoots music videos in gardens.
One day I'd like to look out of my bedroom window and see him standing there in my back yard, flailing his tambourine around like he owns the place.
I live in hope.
Makes sense. As I suppose if you were to use it then eventually his face would wear off. And what's the point in having soap if it doesn't have Morrissey's face on? Other than for hygiene.
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