That'll Do

While it has been far too long, yet hardly long at all, this feels like nothing.

Writing in here, it feels like nothing to me.

i heard saint saens for the first time since i was a little kid tonight.

and as i slowly beat that old horse, i thought about Him.

i thought about how doubtful it was that he wrote a piece and thought that 200 years from now some 16 year old boy in another country speaking another language would be awake at 1 a.m. crying over the beauty and vastness of his work, simply demolished in the music, then at 1:30 in the morning he would post this to the internet. because he secretly knew what the internet was. just like he was secretly gay. HA.

but thats what i've been doing.

and thats probably as much real emotion im going to spill, until 2012 at least.

if we get past that damn solsteclipse.

nastallion it up.

My Heart And Her Unsolid Structure.

Back then things were different.

I slept at night.

I wasn't so angry.

Things were all absolution, and unexpected places.

And The Author.

And late nights in the middle.

Its almost 2011. Almost.

_

It's a Digiridoo!

Kid couldn't handle his shit.

Nuh-uh. Uh uh or nuh uh. i said yuh huh.

Things arent nearly dark enough for me lately. Except for my Ukulele.

Thanks Mandy. Floral school? Is that a thing?

Well it got really right.

Then it got too right.

Kid couldnt handle his fuckin shit.

I'm in the Dance. I'm gone.

Dennys style.

And I Mean It's Rough

Because dudes light shit on fire.

It's rough. And I know it. And you know it. It's free. And it's real shit.

Don't you fucking point at me.

I miss my sugar and i miss my goddamn cigarettes.

How stupid is it? The kid couldnt handle his fucking shit. Yeah dude.

its orange. I really want it orange.

So start downloading.

And start september.

Herez we go.

You're So Crazy

It's me, it's definitely me.

At the tip of my tongue, and the top of my lungs, screaming my head off

Everyone could here me, but nobody was listening.

It's a shame. Just hit me in the face.

So get at me then. Go ahead.

it's like 6 a.m.

It's fucking six a.m.


thats all i've got.

My Heart and Her Short-Lived Modeling Career

The first time since the last time I got home. I forgot.

It's truly falling apart, on and off, no matter where anymore.

My dust isn't consuming the spaces in between my bones, just the spaces between the spaces.

I guess.

Like why can't I be so much better.

And cooler.

And alive.

And so dead.

ᵀᴴᴱ(original) Nästallion

And I Picture Myself On A Hill

All the time in all the world in the deep midwest.

Like why can't I just say what I mean?

Like why can't I get much better...

Everything's alright.

Because everything is just earth.

It just costs more money.

And it all looks the same.

No matter who's selling it too you.

America.

My Irregular Heartbeat

Hundreds among thousands upon dozens. All day. Everyday. Just out of the black.
Irregardless, it's a whole other story, for a whole other day.
Untill then, night-dreams about suicide, and day-dreams about homicide, all while my nose is filled with vanilla.

This is an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a puzzle. I can never tell. Can you? Or any other magician for that matter? Those are sleight of hand though, not the height of mind. Mind you, it all turns to dust in the end.

Nastallion.
Nästallion.
Nastallion.

Fire Torpedos

It is May Madness. May Madness involves- Mustaches', Minghags, Misapointment, And More

(under this category falls; carnivals, things that walk, things that swim, old poems, Foxes, Owls, James, and [again] More)

A who's who,
of who's back
Alphadog,
and Omegalomaniac.
.
.
oh, hey nästy.

Skeleton Face and Mr. Time Marine

So.
Yeah.
We believe everyone is well aware of the concept.

I know I am.





Riti, Nästallion.

Schlach Mich Baby Nach Einmal.

Chemistry;

It's not just you, it's me too.

I used to lay in my bed, just thinking about how I'm thinking about myself telling this one day to you.

Nautical Water is back.

Nästallion. With The Umlauts.

Zero X.o.

SOme people like to say "due" instead of "do".
And some people just can't handle a hug.
And I say it's a fun little world we live in.
And I say it's a crazy fucking world we live in.

I hear, what you want, and i feel that way ;)

Nästallion.

China again.

...
..
Again...

Theres a Whole Lot of Neck Up in My Neck

Singing songs fit for a slave

i've been hangin here since winter

i lost the feeling, i lost a friend.

i cant go back now, i cant pretend.

my it's hard to write when the right thing is playing.

and cry when your tearducts are losing circulation.

here we go...

nästallion; pens and ohs

My Heart Beats Thumpa Wumpa Wam

Infatuated with how quickly I go from happy to angry.

It's what this season is truly about. And stupidity. Do not forget the stupidity.

Goodness me, it's time to go.

I'll mark up the walls with torrential waves of rain.

Pouring through a pitcher to pull the cieling lower, bring it down to our level, where it's almost a fair fight.

Almost.

nästallion this.

The Yeah Yeah Tears

You hurry. Quick as you can. Because I am the fucking game.
I'm not running away- I'm just running a little late.

It's become more and more hard to be who i want to be. I also don't know what anybody wants me to be, and maybe if i did it'd be a little easier. Id rather do that than have to worry about myself. And i honestly think that everyone just doesnt want me, not who i am sometimes. Its getting harder. Just a little.

But in those moments, dont you look back, try to find what you've lost, be found where nothing can be found?
It's the difference between a blind man counting how many brushstrokes it took to paint a room with the lights on and the lights off.

Don't you see? ♭ecause I do.


~nästallion~

The Northeastern Connection Has Cracked on Heartbreak (and That is Where I'll Get Off)

fuckin rickenbachers man, fucking rickenbachers. [plasticine]
In order to have a new prevalent clandestine blog for this decade, i thought it best to start fresh.
Mix it up. Be a bitch. Set Myself on Fire.
You know, that old chestnut.
Craig is definitely the norm for now.
twenty-something, twentysomething.
plural.

(nästallion.)