DJ Holy Body's Blog and the King's Mask + Wearing Black to Your Own Funeral

My philosophy at 24Sevenfold Fitness is that if you don't sign up with me for training, you are missing a once in a lifetime opportunity because either A. you're broke, or B. you are one stupid ass motherfucker.

I am now DJ Tummy Gunn and my new style is an electric music genre that I call Lovecore.

What's happening is I'm listening to the Wuhanic Tangy Clan and their song K.R.E.A.M.E.R.

People live for the Monopoly money.  It's almost sickening, but hey, that's what the money system is for, right?  I'd rather people barter with paper and digital coinage than real wealth like gold, oil, and shit like that. Even crazier than that, a lot of these half-humans have yet to realize that although our government doesn't cut off the hands and feet of criminals or make them where a ball and chain, we instead install them with excessive fat and remove eighty percent of their abdominal muscles.  The muscles are then given to the United Armed Forces for experiments and to create superhuman soldiers.  And if we don't give the criminals installed fat to weight them down, and steal their ab muscles so their backs eventually break, we just lock the filthy degenerates in a dirty cage where they belong. Most people think the U.S. government wouldn't utilize the medical technology we acquired from World War II.  Ha!  Guess again.

"I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate!"

I love the War Club movie! I watch and I think to myself; it smells like the spirit of my teenage youth.

I am keeping this in my journal because the DJ Holy Body Top 40 and Hip Hop Remixes are my favorites! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL90d0mqWJePl5acMKcZtrWskaB4Ve0Tv9

To rub it in Heeshee's face, I brought Barbie to the Holy Body Center.  CONSEQUENCES! http://1025kiss.com/lubbocks-buddy-holly-center-to-celebrate-barbie/ It's no coincidence.  My empowered men are holding Bobbie Burnett, aka Barbie Rambo, hostage.  I heard the Barbie Rambo nickname through the grapevine.  I have taken the muscles from her biceps and shoulders for my own body, plus we just did an additional extraction of various leg muscles to increase my running power.  I never take without replacing so I ordered her to receive preserved muscle tissue, with built-in muscle memory, from a nurse that served in World War II.  The nurse was one of the best we had from what I heard. The best part is, Bobbie has no memory of the whole thing.

The gorilla humanoids are so fascinating!  They are so strong and full of life.  Most of them are so athletic.  The chimp humanoids are tougher to deal with, at least when I work at the gym.  They have limited abdominal power, and I am running out of excuses other than saying, "Practice makes perfect!" I saw Heeshee at the gym yesterday.  How could I not notice Heeshee walking around with those surgically installed gorilla muscles and that creepy stare?  All she did yesterday was walk laps around the gym, and stare at me while I was on the elliptical.  And I was on the elliptical for like two hours!  What are creepster! Working at an animal conservatory/humanoid observatory at the gym has its plus sides though so I don't want to complain too much.  I simply view the gym as an animal colony that is monitored by my government.

Seeing these two comedians is like seeing the two halves of me combined into one person.

These abdominal and obliques work great!  My core muscles were built from tiger muscles.  I even wear a subliminal shirt that has tigers on it as a secret way of bragging about it.  If you have seen any of my dragon shirts, the bullets come out of my belly, through the dragon's mouth, and then, and this is my favorite part, into the target.

I am an American and Russian government collusion.  I'm a gun, with muscles from a panda.  The top of government can pull the trigger on you to protect this body.  The bullets come from my tummy, through my belly button, and it stings like no one ever believes unless they get stung by one, or several.  I am evidence of millions of killings.  I'm an exhibit for many government trials.  For some, I am an exhibit from previous war crimes. I am not a government agent, I am not a politician, and I am not a government worker; I am simply the government.  For many people, my body is a relic.  Some even worship this body, although I prefer you read about my hero, and that would be Jesus. If people knew that half my muscles were taken from a panda, they wouldn't wonder why I am so strong.  Then again, if they knew why I am so strong, then they would wonder how I got all got all these panda muscles.  I got it all throu...

These two girls were making fun of my laugh today at the pet store, and for a second I felt bad.  Then I remembered that they are simply modern day peasants enslaved to the monetary system that my people created.  If you were me, you would be laughing too.  I haven't fallen out of my chair laughing at these skanks yet though so that's a good sign. There are some people here at the pet store that are in the adult entertainment industry, meaning they are literally the underbelly of society.  Poor fools!  I wonder if they know they're slaves.

Yesterday was my birthday.  As a gift to myself, I gave myself bigger shoulders and biceps.  Did I write about how I did that?  Probably. And just for the record, I didn't steal Bobbie's kidneys.  They already belonged to me.  I just replaced them with better ones that have been doctored up with robotic technology.  And when I say robotics, I am most certainly not talking about the Ice Age robotics that they teach about at Stan University. Anyways, I scared the living crap out of everybody in Hawaii today.  When I was on my way home from the gym,  I had a Glee Raisin send an emergency text message to all residents of Hawaii stating a ballistic missile was going to strike them.  It was just a test of the mental capability and reaction system of the residents of Hawaii.  In reality, I am protecting all of us from Dick Wong Tune.

Yesterday’s DJ gig was epic.  I got a chance to practice group hypnosis, plus I body slammed a drunken hooligan into a wooden table.  It was a wedding gig.  Nobody noticed the hypnosis obviously, they just thought the music stopped for a few seconds. This dude tried to pick a fight with me for no reason.  I ended up putting the guy in a football helmet with shoulder pads before I slammed his drunk ass into the table, which broke the table by the way.  I’m super sore today in my biceps and shoulders, but I’m sure the other guy is way more sore than me.  I couldn’t lift him completely up so luckily it didn’t break the entire table.

It has become a famous expression for citizens of my country to say, "Fuck the man." Wait, that didn't sound right and could be misinterpreted as perverted. They call my government "The Man" and say things like, "Fuck you! I am going to stick it to the man." Citizens would be reassured to know that when high-ranking government agents hear the words that I say telling them what I think of them sometimes, "The Man" only has two words to say to me; "F*ck you." Oh yes, I forgot. They often follow up by calling me "a**hole" instead of Dave.

I gained 10 pounds of muscle in my biceps and shoulders.  It's not natural though.  Scientists drugged Bobbie and put her through an R.E.M. army program.  Then they surgically removed some of her muscle tissue.  Now she's an organ donor and Hershee gets to see a fraction of his other half walking around the pet store.

Since I consolidated the Army, Marines, Navy, and National Guard into what is called The United States Armed Forces, things are running so smoothly.  In partnering with the Israeli Armed Forces, I am staying true to my roots. Many people ask me about my heritage.  My ancestors started in Israel, made a migration to Egypt during a famine, were enslaved by the Egyptians, and then conquered the Egyptians.  After that my ancestors travelled back to Israel and then spread out to France, Russia, Germany, Poland, and Romania.  Then they eventually made their way to the United States and here I am!  I am a 4th generation American.

My idea was to call it Karma Ga, but since it didn't translate in Hebrew the martial art that I created is called Krav Maga.

In addition to the personal training job, I am working at a pet store in Karma Park, CA.  My supervisor, named Heeshee Kentsolvis, is so annoying, doesn't take responsibility for his/her actions, and acts like a total Richard most of the time!  He used to be a she actually.  I'm not supposed to know the details, but my soldiers are holding Heeshee's wife captive.  I am currently fighting the empathy and sorrow that this dilemma has caused.  Heeshee's wife has aged a decade in the past six months, and it's not my fault.  It's her husband's fault. As a clear message, I gave the husband visiting hours at one of my military operations in West Virginia.  Heeshee can now see for him/herself that the drastic aging of his wife is a fit punishment for treason.  Heeshee's wife, Bobbie Burnette, is in the process of learning that her husband used to be a chick. Things might have to get worse for these people before they get better.  I'll squeeze u...