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.

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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