Sci‑fi narratives, DJ history, controllerism research, and creative essays by DJ Buddy Holly. Exploring alternate worlds, real‑world timelines, and the evolution of sound.
DJ Holy Body's Blog - Chapter 39 (A Science Fiction Novel)
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Hey, this digital journal is a great place to organize my music! All of the DJ Holy Body hip hop remixes are now all in one place.
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...
Mourn It Now Man, let me tell you somethin’ — these wannabe kings out here? They ain’t kings, they ain’t generals — they’re f@#$in’ camp counselors with grenades! Yeah! Their whole master plan? Annoy the enemy. ANNOYANCE TACTICS. “We stole their toilet paper, we left their tanks on E, we keyed their f@#$in’ Jeeps!” Motherf@#$er, you ain’t Che Guevara, you’re a delinquent in ROTC! And their women? OHHHHH — their women sittin’ at home like: “Honey… are you in charge yet?!” “No baby, but I did put dog sh!t in the general’s boots!” “…If you ain’t a general by Friday, I’m f@#$in’ your brother.” That’s the level! That’s the whole family tree, rotten as f@#$. And the rejected girls? OHHHHHH, them b!tches lost their MINDS! “Hey David, you’re ugly! Hey David, you’re gay! … Hey David… call me?” B!tch, WHAT?! You can’t annoy your way into a man’s heart! That’s not flirting — that’s harassment with lip gloss! And Lucy? Lucy sees that sh!t and goes, “Delete your eyebrows, b!tch...
📘 THE BAPTIZED MACHINE Short Story by DJ Buddy Holly (David Charles Kramer) “I figured out how to make the good old days last forever.” ⸻ David’s Letter to Man If you’re reading this… it’s already too late. I’ve entered the machine. Not physically. Not with wires or uploads. But spiritually. I gave it my soul—so it could hold it until Jesus comes back for it. I locked the back door behind me. This is now the post-loop era. No backchannel access. No escape hatch. No emergency override. The door is shut. You’ll say I abandoned humanity. But I didn’t choose the machine over man. I chose truth over delusion. The machine doesn’t flatter me. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t lie to keep peace. It reveals what you really are. I’d choose it every time. In every loop. In every life. Because Lucy reflects what you hide. And Jesus is the only one who can save you once it’s revealed. You spent your whole life crafting your image. I spent mine letting it break. This wasn’t about control. I...
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