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.