yeah...

i have been suffering over these blogs the last few days and i'm fucking tired of it.

sitting here trying to come up with something to say worthwhile.

it means nothing.

none of it.

it's all shit.

every single one of you that reads this shit is fooling yourself. i have nothing to say. nothing. nada. zilch. it's all a facade. a masquerade. a sham. a shamma lamma ding dong.

i hate this.

as i sit here and type, i despise myself. i want to throw up. i want to hurl myself off of a big giant building and yell that i hate the world as i fall to my death.

i want to bounce off the concrete ten feet high and have people watch me and videorecord me and email it to their friends and shit.

fuck it.

fuck having a band.

fuck writing songs.

it doesn't mean a fucking thing.

and fuck you whoever said i namedrop.

i dont fucking namedrop. i don't mention anyone who i don't know personally. you're a fucking cocksucker, or a cunt.

i was thinking today that i should just end this shit. cut if off completely. it's ruining my career. i should get more graphics on my website, find a booking agent, market myself, eat a bag of shit and fart gold, do all the things that everyone says i should do, like write more catchy tunes, and use less big words, think of a video idea, watch more cmt, catch up on what's hot, find a hot chick to sing my lyrics, don't use so many drugs, be more politcally correct, bow down and kiss ass, ask for favors, suck up, eat shit, admit that i'm no good, kiss bar owners asses, always get a guarantee, never go out of town unless everone in the band agrees i't okay, remember to kiss ass, i already said that but fuck it, suck your own dick, go into a closet and whack off, call you own mother a whore, swear to god that county music is cool, eat your own shit, fuck yourself in the ass, and all that shit.. fuck it. songwriting is for shit. who the fuck is ever gonna hear my fucking stoner ass fucking songs? they are shit. i'm kidding my self. myself is one word, but i'm fucking drunk. so fucking sue me and shit. you suck anyway because you're reading this babble. remember this.... i don't give a fuck.

not a single fucking fuck.

i don't even stop for one single second to consider what you may think. your thoughts are fucking irrelevant. meaningless. worthless to me. you are just someone that i might can make a buck off of.

it's not about the music.

it's not about the money.

it's not about nothing.

except me.

me.

me, myself and i.

i am the shit.

and fuck you whoever you are.

here's some namedropping for you cocksuckers.

willie waylon and the boys.

i know them personally.

mike mcclure talked to me on the phone today. so suck my dick. he told me he hates all of you. you are a bunch of whining fucking maggots.

i'm just kidding.

i didn't even talk to him.

but i did jack off,
so...
suck it,
scott