picture this......

your nose in my butthole.

and then i cut a greasy runny fart all over your face.

aaah yes.

it's good to be back on again. good to be banging away on the keys. it feels like old times. old times indeed.

the trip to the west coast of texas went o.k. a big thanks to arcadio at the golden light and david stroot at the blue light in lubbock. we appreciate you having us. good ol' gary wayne sat in with us in amarillo and it was awesome as usual. he was a sight for sore eyes. i appreciate those of you that came out and a big thanks to michelle and mike for driving from somewhere in new mexico. it was cool to finally meet you guys. thanks for the shot.

i saw "Cinderella Man" last night.

quick review...

"Rocky" was way better.

something about renee zellwigger or whatever her fucking name is makes me want to stick my entire arm down my throat and puke my own heart out. i can't stand her fucking ass. it is so fitting that she is marrying kenny chesney. a match made in hell. i was told that they got together because of that song that kenny wrote called, "you had me at hello" which he wrote after watching "jerry mcguire". that dude is such an innovator. a ground breaking creative mind. a writer of the likes we have never seen.

i'm gonna write a song called "yo, adrianne". or "Luke, i am your father." no wait, how about, "i feel the need, the need for speed." fuck yeah. that shit is ridiculously great.

i will say that renee managed to not ruin this picture. it was good. go see it. it will probably win "best picture". ron howard will be nominated for best director, crowe for best actor and i'm sure renee will somehow get nominated for best actress. only ron howard will win. an early oscar prediction. you read it here first.

after seeing the movie, i've decided to give up songwriting and go into the fight game. i'm going to be the next heavyweight champion of the world. i started training today. i ran around the block and the beat up the neighbor kids. i knocked one of them out on the first punch. uppercut right up under the chin. i decided to work on my jab with the next one. went a few rounds and finally dropped him with a right cross. he's eight.

i just watched a movie tonight off of netflix. "Criminal". great fucking movie. i love shit about con men and hustlers. go rent that motherfucker. john c. reilly was fantastic.

fuck all this shit about movies.

fuck movies.

what else can i discuss with myself?

i wrote a new song on the way to amarillo. first one i've finished in a while. it's not great but it ain't horrible either. just another diddy.

it goes like this....

my baby gets messed up on mondays at mama's moonshine bar.
my baby gets messed up on mondays at mama's moonshine bar.
she spends so much of my money, man, they treat her like she's a movie star.

then my baby gets tanked up on tuesdays on tonic and gin.
my baby gets tanked up every tuesday on tonic and gin.
she swaggers 'til she staggers and swears she don't know where the hell she's been.

chorus..

but on the weekend, my baby gives up drinkin' and calls out my name
she says you're the man i want you put all them other boys to shame
she says i'm quicker than the liqour but i last a little longer than cocaine
and when it's all said and done, she says son, i'm sure glad you came.

my baby gets wasted on wednesdays on cheap red wine
my baby gets wasted on wednesdays on cheap red wine
she drinks up all her own and then she goes and drinks up half of mine.

then my baby throws up every thursday when the week's winding down
my baby she throws up every thursday when that week starts winding down.
she ends up with her face in that bowl and both knees on the ground.

repeat chorus.

then my baby gets stoned on sundays to cure them blues
my baby she gets stoned on sundays to cure them blues
she pops a pill into her head and goes and buys herself a brand new pair of shoes.

repeat chorus.

out...

something like that. i may need to edit some of it. fuck it. i'll do it later.
way to go, scott. i'm so proud of you.

gotta go..

poo poo pains...

eat it,

scott