I think that most people are aware that there is a force that tends to slow them down and pull them from their path. I wonder what is the nature of this force?
We come into this world as pure creatures, but creatures nonetheless. Some creatures are especially sensitive. Music creatures, for example, need to express themselves in very abstract ways. Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads in exchange for the secret of music. Zeppelin did too. We search for God but the animal is always watching, waiting to take charge.
Today is the day I’m going to take charge. Today is the day I’m going to begin to make more efficient use of my time on this planet. The motivators of society say I have to see the result in my head first.
“Fuck it man, just go have some fun!”
That voice is from the devil of my soul, the tritone of my conscience. He comes bearing gifts, but steals fruit, which took much effort to acquire.
“Oh my fucking God! Lighten up, dude. Don’t be so dramatic. Relax, have a party. Do something different this time. Spice it up!”
“Listen devil, I want my fucking fruit back!! …so I’m working on a plan. Since you took my fruit, I’m going to take yours. Thanks for the flat 5 cocksucker!”
Hey bug, I really like your story but did you know that they say if you sell your soul at the crossroads you only have 10 years until the hounds come for you! Robert Johnson sang about the hounds in some of his songs.