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.