Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a human number. Its number is six hundred and sixty six.
The following is true.
This morning, I was alone in my car. My mind was blank. Just driving to work so I could make some bank. A stubby little truck from some auto salvage company ambled down the road in front of me. Specifically, the truck was owned by "aaa Auto Salvage." At the time I thought nothing of it other than how it was odd that the company's logo would use lower-case letters for its name.
At the first opportunity, I passed the slowly lumbering rig without much thought and even less effort. My puzzlement over the the salvage company's word mark forgotten as trifling and wholly uninteresting. After a fashion I glanced at my rear-view mirror as is my practice as a safe driver in all aspects of that activity other than obeying posted speed limits.
And what did I see? Could I believe? Those three lower case letters (also stenciled on the "mom's attic" jutting out over the cab's roof) staring back at me.
Backwards.
Those 3 lower-case a's as viewed in the mirror's reflection looked quite different, and certainly more sinister as I beheld them:
666 - the number of the beast.
I did a double-take and looked at the mirror again to make sure that what I was seeing was real and not just fantasy. And there it was:
666 - the number of the beast.
Just what I saw in that old mirror - were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me? Spooked, I thought to myself - "is this real or just some kind of hell"? Those three letters seemed to mesmerize, like Bill's exquisite pies:
666 - the number of the beast.
In any event, I eventually turned off onto another street while the Demon Truck continued straight ahead in on its infernal path; possibly going on to run over puppies or something. It occurred to me that maybe I should inform the Law. But that would have been a silly waste of time.
Still, the whole thing might make a pretty sweet metal song. We could call it "Devil Went Down to Eagan" or something like that.
Monday, February 23, 2009
The Devil's in the Detailing
Pooped out by
LearnedFoot
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11:52 AM
Labels: Iron Maiden, Nonsense
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