It ain't pretty being easy... (soopageek) wrote,
It ain't pretty being easy...

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Location: Indianapolis, Indiana

It seems that everywhere I have gone the past 48 hours I have gotten stuck in traffic. I have already mentioned my woes from a couple of night ago. This morning, it took me nearly two hours to traverse 51 miles of Chicagoland expressway. Then tonight, I moved ONE MILE in an hour and a half because they shut down the freeway in Indianapolis out by the airport to work on a bridge.

But enough of that. I have new porn. It's called Let Me Taste It. Muwahahahaha.

I didn't make it home tonight obviously, so the The Matrix Revolutions plans went right out the window. Alas, it will be sometime over the weekend. Hey sparklymegz if you're reading this and haven't heard from me yet, call me. Otherwise, I will call you.

And if that don't work out, I'll prolly go see it stag on Sunday.

The devil went down to Gerogia and he was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal

You know, I have a hard time thinking the devil is ever behind in collecting wayward souls... I mean, there is the Springer show after all...
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on hickory stump and said "Boy... lemme tell ya what."

Apparently the devil is well versed in the Southern dialect. Incidentally, at this point in the action is when I would have turned and run.
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too
And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better'n you."
The boy said "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret, I'm the best that's ever been."

Johhny got balls.

Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
'Cos hell's broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards
And if you win you get that shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul

The devil opened up his case and he said "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow

See? This is why I would have run earlier. By now I would've shat myself.
And he pulled the bow across the strings it made a evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this

Is this cheating? He has a band?!?! Well, he is the devil.

When the devil finished Johnny said "Well you're pretty good ol' son
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done!"

Where the fuck did the chair come from? I thought it was a hickory stump?
"Fire on the Mountain" - Run, boys run
The devil's in "The House Of The Rising Sun"
"Chicken in the Bread Pan" a'pickin' out dough
"Granny Does Your Dog Bite?" - No, child no

The devil hung his head 'cos he knew that he'd been beat

Ok, but I'm with the devil on this one. Johnny just played some scales, the devil's thing was wild, interesting, plus he had that whole fire from the fingertips thing going for him.
And he layed that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said "Devil you just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you sonfabitch I'm the best that's ever been."

And someone's a cocky sonofabitch.

He played "Fire on the Mountain" - Run, boys run
The devil's in "The House Of The Rising Sun"
"Chicken in the Bread Pan" a'pickin' out dough
"Granny Does Your Dog Bite?" - No, child no

"The Devil Went Down To Georgia" - The Charlie Daniels Band

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