"SO WATCHA GONNA DO NOW SONG AND PROSE (c) 2010, 2017


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SO WATCHA' GONNA' DO NOW?

Spend $30. to $50. dollars a month on online dating sites to get chicks that live on the other side of the country (the world)? You know 1 out of every 8 relationships today started off from online. Yea, and for the past decade or more there has been a 50% chance of divorce with marriage.  
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Then I hear the lovely couple whispering sweet vows of love in one another's ears
over and over again. They are dancing to a Randy Travis song on the juke box. Funny how my hearing becomes supersensitive when I'm wanting liquid spirits.

SO WATCHA' GONNA' DO NOW?
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 DRINK THE SPIRITS? HAVE EM' POSSESS YOU INTO THINKING YOU DON'T NEED LOVE, JUST POWER? AND YOU'LL MAKE A WOMAN WANT YOU? YOU'LL MAKE THE WORLD WANT YOU?  Go play on that Clarksdale stage? Convince yourself you're "the man"? Tell yourself you're gonna' be a big star?
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 What's Purgatory like?
            The steams dying out from my 12 ounce cup of void. But, my forehead's sweating bullets.
            I turn my head, interrupted by someone's tall tales of fame. Yea, his hair is greasy, eyes are yellow and red, face looks like plastic. He's talking about the people he's seen, played with, crowds. He even spits out some of his lyrics. An' the good ol' boys goad him on and fuel his delusion with enough booze to kill a small animal. "Yea man that's the best Goddamn song I ever heard." "Yea man bet ya' got laid a lot for that one." and so on and so on.
            Yep, Mr. Johnson at the crossroads, this is what happens to musicians who sell their souls.

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SO WATCHA' GONNA' DO NOW?

LOOK
UP A THOUSAND WAYS
TO WIN HER BACK? ORDER THE BOOK? BUY SELF-HELP PROGRAMS THAT YOU SAW AT 2 IN THE MORNING THAT YOU'RE WATCHING CUZZ YOU SLEEP DURING THE DAY IN ORDER TO AVOID PEOPLE CUZZ YOUR F.E.A.R. TELLS YOU SOMEBODIES GONNA' HURT YOU?


SO WATCHA' GONNA' DO NOW?

YEA, GO AHEAD AND RESTUDY "GET THE EDGE" by Mr. Robbins.
DO EVERYTHING IT SAYS? BUT YOU DON'T BELIEVE YOU CAN DO IT SO YOU DRINK. WHEN YOU DRINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING. Hit those weights in your lonely bedroom. Flex into your web camera. Thinking you're picking up chicks, but your picking up fags.


SO WATCHA' GONNA' DO NOW?
Get high. Do IT! Find a pretty woman? Make friends with her? Tell her every thing about your last woman? Tell her all your dreams psychotically and without the chemicals? Have her fall in-out of love?

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