some rumblings from the cattle.

and i quote...

"stick to the words with the music good lyrics sometimes make bad poetry and this is a good example of that" -- anonymous.

my feelings are crushed that anonymous doesn't like my poem. i'm never gonna write another one ever. i am going to stick to the words with music.

here's an idea for you anonymous.....

use a period or comma every once in a while. it makes it so much more enjoyable for the reader.

secondly,

stick to the reading of my thoughts without the comment sometimes you're a dumbass and this is a good example of that.

thirdly,

you're a pussy for putting anonymous.

fourthly,

fuck off and die.

what a fucking retard....goddamn scott. why do you let little fucking gonads like that bother you? like he knows what good lyrics and bad poetry are. he can't even write a goddamn sentence. let it go. use the force.

okay....enough of that.

man, i had a great time in stephenville and met some really cool people and great musicians. i wanna thank the two fucking people who bought a cd. you make it all worthwhile. i sat out in the parking lot of the hotel until 4:30 in the morning with mike from back porch mary and steve rice from no justice picking tunes and shit. it was fun. i want to do that again sometime. cause i wanna stick to the words with the music. fuck him. cocksucker. i am going to go back and open for back porch mary on september 18. it's gonna be cool, fool. i met rex. he's cool.
i got introduced as a legend. yes. i just said that like marv albert and shit again.

alright, here's something that's been bothering me.

i keep getting emails from all over, i even got one from iraq, telling me how much they love the armadillo possum song and the live at the wreck room cd.

where the fuck are they getting this shit and why am i not getting any fucking money? this is fucking ricockulous bullshit. i want my money bitch. i didn't give anybody permission to fucking put my shit on the goddamn internet. fucking people.

oh well, fuck it.

i'm an artist.

what else has happened.

i won the joseph valentine memorial golf tournament. my team consisted of mark "the wizard of wedges" copeland, Larry "i could be on the senior tour" Brown, Robert "why do i keep doing that" Copeland, and Scott "I guess we'll use my drive again" Copeland. a virtual who's who of champion golfers. a plethara of players of pristine perfection. we donated our winnings back to the money raised because we're like that. champions of honor and integrity. true sportsmen of the highest caliber.

speaking of that.

the texas rangers are hanging on. i love those fuckers. they don't even know they suck. they think they're good and shit. fucking ballplayers, man.

thirty minutes later......

dude, i've got a plan.

okay first......

abolish all organized religion.

secondly,

i haven't got that far yet. i just wanna see what happens after phase one.

i bet it's cool.

i've got some other ideas but i've grown bored.

eat a pickle and blow a bubble,

scott