whats in a name
i quit the band...so that calls for a new LJ name...and AIM name...but not right now.
um, anyone who's upset with me, don't be, its for the best. if you like 32 for some reason, they're still a band, just without me. also, i'm doing what i want now with music, so, yeah.
and um, anyone who's rejoicing with my departure because i was "holding the band back", close your mouth with a dick in it. chances are very good that i'm better than you and will be more successful than you. how's that for a future? the egomaniacal, hormonal, tourrette's-syndrome-faking smartass is going to be at a higher point than you doing something that's easy to him while you scrub toilets at the local motel 6.
here's the deal with what happens next. i play 3 more shows with 32 and then i do my one-man thing, "your mother's boyfriend" with my currently non-existant backup band for shows "the big money give-aways". describe it? okay. take superdrag, shove about 3 grand worth of coke up their noses, and put sean qualls behind the entire operation running them like marrionettes. you didn't think anything like this would happen, but it is now quite a reality.
you can wish me luck, or death, whatever. either way, i'm going to be happy and immortal and there's nothing you can do about it. goooo music!
you can only imagine.
um, anyone who's upset with me, don't be, its for the best. if you like 32 for some reason, they're still a band, just without me. also, i'm doing what i want now with music, so, yeah.
and um, anyone who's rejoicing with my departure because i was "holding the band back", close your mouth with a dick in it. chances are very good that i'm better than you and will be more successful than you. how's that for a future? the egomaniacal, hormonal, tourrette's-syndrome-faking smartass is going to be at a higher point than you doing something that's easy to him while you scrub toilets at the local motel 6.
here's the deal with what happens next. i play 3 more shows with 32 and then i do my one-man thing, "your mother's boyfriend" with my currently non-existant backup band for shows "the big money give-aways". describe it? okay. take superdrag, shove about 3 grand worth of coke up their noses, and put sean qualls behind the entire operation running them like marrionettes. you didn't think anything like this would happen, but it is now quite a reality.
you can wish me luck, or death, whatever. either way, i'm going to be happy and immortal and there's nothing you can do about it. goooo music!
you can only imagine.