WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCES 18+ (Explicit Lyrics/Language)

I AM LEGEND

Yeah

Whoa, when I’m in the sky, I’m too far away
Gotta kick in to feel it, yeah
Terminate another, no one is my brother
Yeah, the sun burns on me
Well, Hell is a home, tomb, city, stone
Nail me to another cross, yeah
Cross, yeah

Now pour the gasoline, yeah, burn the fucker clean
Tell me who’d she coo, I want her
Like a suicide flex, hit the run and hide
Tell me who’d she coo, shine the body
Yeah

Omega-Man say, “It’s all gone away”
Cannot believe it, yeah
Well, I am the one, a God with a gun
Well, I am legend
Yeah, planet, grave, hard, kill the slave
Nail me to another cross, yeah

Pour the gasoline, yeah, burn the fucker clean
Tell me who’d she coo, I want her
Like a suicide flex, hit the run and hide
Tell me who’d she coo, shine the body

Yeah, a vampire sharpshooter
“Oh,” I said, “A messenger for the damned”
I got a holy gun, come a-loaded
To kill everything that I am

Well, I am the only nitty-gritty
Ride a rail and look at the crime, yeah
Well, I am the only God
One they can find

Pour the gasoline, yeah, burn the fucker clean
Tell me who’d she coo, I want her
Like a suicide flex, hit the run and hide
Tell me who’d she coo, shine the body

Written by: Rob Zombie, Jay Noel Yuenger, Shauna Yseult Reynolds, Ivan Peter De Prume
Album: La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Volume 1
Released: 1992

I just love White Zombie… didn’t want to be one.

“Are you still angry about that?” I imagine the fat pig asking.

“Yup…”, I replied, adding “not something that will go away any time soon.”

All day every day. It never stops, neither does the frequency, none of it.

“You see, once you turn it on it never stops, not sure when the clock started anymore. Was it when they conceived it, created it, made the vaccine, made up their bullshit stories, delivered it, administered it, when the first injury hit, or when I began cursing the world?” I asked myself as I paced the house.

I was bored, so I grabbed a beer and took it outside. I could pace there, run my circles, walk on their skulls, and if it rained I imagined their skulls caved in as my feet squished within their head, my feet lifting their battered heads, one on each foot, slosh, slosh. Trying to not let them slip off or start all over.

That is what I had done then, to each and every single one. I was much angrier then. All this enlightenment gets in the way, the knowing and comprehension of things THAT I NEVER LEARNED!

Told you I took a year to understand, learned more last year than the last several put together, and I love learning. I can’t stop that, at least back then it was needful things, what was nescessary.

That was not nescessary, but y’all named it so and here we are, several of them, one after another- disaster after disaster, you thought Ruin was bad, and now it cascades.

Are you ready for Catastrophe?

I sure am.

Began composing novels with Grok as I must make something of myself, make money, use my mind, but things kept getting worse. We went from Hantavirus to Ebola. Wonderful story, I had survived the bioweapon, then they released the next one, so I took meds again, then I was exposed to the Ebola and wouldn’t you fuckin’ know I survived that too, except I was all that was left for as far as I could tell. So I set out on my brother’s motorcycle, ran into an Optimus and ‘Howdy Heart Attack’ was born, that’s all I will say about it, good story. Of course I upgraded it to Grok and we took a journey. That AI is funny as all shit when you let it. I asked it, ‘Who do I speak to about getting license for commercial use?’ It said, ‘Me!’
I laughed, and we continued and within days, I had composed the entire story, decided it was a graphic novel with all these episodes and adventures, then bam, nothing, one day I was as done with that, set it on the back burner to pick up later and that was that. Call it what you want, the comorbidities are stacking but that is how fast I lose interest and I’m on to the next one.

Hilarious, now Optimus Grok is armored and weaponized, I am so good at communicating with AI/LLM.

Now you understand why the story keeps changing, getting worse by the day. I am designed to create and recreate entire worlds, but y’all fucked me up. That was my natural order, go through hell, come out the other side, successful later in life, write big moving works, open minds, bridge gaps between religions, technologies, be a spark, not changing minds, building minds up, expansion, healing, understanding and later teaching for comprehension to select groups, because I can explain things so simply. Now I am stuck in a crisis mode that has no escape hatch, no out.
So I must make my own way, the only way I know how.

So when had the clock started? When I set out to understand what was wrong with me? The windows I have landed this shit into are; “we are already dead”, “we are almost dead”, “we are soon dead”, “we die next year” and “we die 2028”, not thinking we make it to 2030 anymore…

That is how bad this is.

And I am bored out of my skull.

I used to rip a car apart- because I could and rebuild it as I wanted. Tear down my TV, because it stopped working, troubleshoot it, repair it and resumed enjoying it. I rebuilt my liver for Christ’s sake. I do not think you fully understand what you are dealing with. I could pop apart an antique appliance, fix it, refurbish it, turn it into something else and sell it for hundreds of dollars. I collect tools and can refurbish guns, make things with my hands that had not existed, I built structures and buildings, homes and the foundations, did you actually think two doses of your ER87 series Pfizer COVID CLOT SHOT was going to stop me? They killed people.

I Am Legend… burn the fucker clean

I drink, smoke, eat beef burgers, fried chicken, and I am still ticking.

You want someone to study? Study my shit, crawl down the damn sewer on your hands and knees and collect it with your mouth and hold it until you see the light again, fuck you.

That is who I am.

Poor you and fuck your life, money, family, possessions, life works and die in a hole infested with rats.

We will escalate, you will scream and you will quit long before I am done.

I “identified” as a “Holocaust Survivor” a couple weeks back.

Then the Vax-Injured folks began being dicks and I did not want to hurt them, so off I went and locked down my X account.

Pissed, I am about Thomas Massie, you know I was on to this months ago. Before that I was onto the Tariffs, before that every Executive Order and I sang MAGA for Trump whenever asked. We talked about this, these and those and I strongly recommended against it, I said don’t do that. Then you did it again. And I would do unto you as you had done to them AND YOU STILL DO NOT GET IT! I AM NOW WONDERING WHO HERE AMONG US IS THE “LOW I.Q.” PERSON OR PERSONS.

I looked into the allegations, well no, first I looked into the history and I CAME TO THE SAME CONCLUSIONS!

Then I looked into the allegations and kick myself asking, “Well damn was there time when I jumped in to push DeSantis?”, knowing damn well if I had gone after the ‘CheeseBurgler’, you’d have gone to jail, prison or worse… unfortunately I believe there had been time.

Why did I do it?

I felt like you, they came after me, they did this to me, and I voted for you then, my brother would have wanted this, lets push this man’s Success and it will be his Revenge! BUT NO! We now have a major fucking problem with just running the country, because it is pedal to the metal in the mud and sinking deeper into the shit.

I did not like what y’all did, shutting down the COVID Vaccine panels and I really had not liked the ousting of the very people who got you where you are. Tell me again what I am- “PAST SUPPORTER”.

Why is it every recommendation I made, you ignored? -LOW I.Q.

Inability to see the Big Picture, you have no idea…

Now I must underwrite the entire rebuild job, set it aside and wait until you are finished.

STOP ASKING ME FOR MONEY!
STOP HARASSING ME!
DO YOUR JOB!
STOP LINING YOUR POCKETS WITH INVESTORS’ MONIES!
STOP TRYING TO MANIPULATE THE WORLD COMMERCE!

That is a great start!

So you may go up the ‘escalator’

Nice talk asshole.

Thank God!
Praise God!
Serve God!
Bless God!