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.