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

To prove to my enemies that I can send people to Hell, well, my computer's eternal digital Hell anyways, I put this a**hole on display. About 3 billion years ago, when this dude from Brazil put a hit out on me and made a DJ mix called Rest in Peace DJ Holy Body, I sent him down to a robot-made Hell that looks duplicated to the land on Earth in 2015. This piece of sh*t actually thought he killed me. I got a robot angel named Michael, a real dragon, and everything on display as portrayed in Celebration. It is known to give people heart attacks, and I figure their hearts are dead anyways. I based this creation in the Book of Dav's Inferno and the Book of Celebration. Unless you want to be tortured like this poor bastard, who is legally alive and realistically dead, I would think at least a million times before f**king with me. LMFAO ...and of course in this robot-made Hell, there is a real Lake of Fire with boiling blood and guts, where all my enemies eventually go to exist as...

So back to reality. I need to write a journal entry since government agents are obsessed with listening to me practice acting, singing, and playing guitar. So I need to do a spoiler alert on current society. Being as is even I don't know what zillionth year we're in, I have to mention my government's collection of almost 8 billion memories. I enjoyed the turn of the millennium so much that I keep recycling memories and have them placed into dead bodies that are restored back to their original condition. I keep starting their lives in 2001 on September 11th after doing a mass brainwashing R.E.M. sleep brainwashing procedure that is like way complicated. Then from 2001 to 2023, the New People, with their restored memory, are put through a series of tests to find out who is Good and not Good. Sometimes, people need to be tested for multiple lives making a Genuine Reincarnation. My laws are based on the Old Testament and the New Testament. I have the most valued Christians ...

The term Grunge was so popular, I would have been happy with my early music being called New Wave. After I released my early Curve On Ya songs I thought of the name Alternative as a new name for 90s rock. Even though my music was always the alternative to the mainstream rock and pop music, I wasn't surprised when Tells of the Cofefe Spirit hit #1 on the charts. I pretended to be a homeless person the day it hit the RealBoard charts. For those who think there is no alternative to mainstream music, I am just few steps ahead. I made a song and a compilation of amazing musicians to make the name Alternative timeless. I am talking trillions of years timeless. It's funny to know that practically no one knows where the name Alternative came from. I wish I could release my journal as a blog.

It's a concept album. It's a Yin Yang concept.

In my early writings, before my memory was wiped clean, I wrote that I was a huge fan of the idea of mashing up Superb Man and the Man of Bats into a superhero.  This mashup was a massive inspiration in my science experiment of cloning King David.  I thought of making a comic character called Marvelous Cosmo, and instead, I decided to make a company named Marvelous Cosmo Comics.  The original purpose of the comic company was to develop AI drawing technology, and it's ironic that I am using Dan Lee's muscles and drawing technology in my own body.  The surgery, although I don't remember a thing, still hurts to this very day.  If you saw my drawings though, then you would have the same mindset as me.  It was so worth it!

Before the shotgun blast in 1994, I had my friend bring me a bat in a cage.  I figure if I'm blowing my face off and having my brain added to the original Holy Body for my science experiment, I'm going to do something savage. I bit the head off the bat while it was still alive and signed an agreement to have a comic book created about the incident.  That's why I am the Man of Bats in the David Charles Comics legacy.  I even have my own theme park.  As for the bat, it kind of tasted like chicken. Speaking of heads coming off, Child Cuddleman had the top of his head taken off and put back on installed with one of my ancient mind control computers. I had to find out what his song "Night and Day" was about from his memory. Once I found out, I ordered them to put his head back on and do a butcher job, so everybody notices. I figured it would send a message.

People have all of these conspiracy theories around cyborgs driving cars, and they're partly right. I use cyborg drivers to control the traffic. My cooler practice, and this is for catching criminals and spying, is I created optical illusion windows on cars several million years ago and I currently have them installed in government vehicles. I use an optical illusion to make it so the driver and passengers look like different people altogether. This is especially useful in catching criminals that are trying to create hate crimes. Imagine some racist a**hole shouting obscenities at another car because they were black, Jewish, Middle Eastern, or Asian. In the olden days, I used to have people frightened by having the window rolled down just to shock the criminal when they see a very mean police officer hiding behind the optical illusion. We don't roll down the windows anymore, because it caused criminals to be so surprised sometimes they would completely freak out and sw...

I think that the music radio app The Box is trying to embarrass me by putting a picture of me a year after my plane crash. It is so obvious that I suffered brain damage. Luckily, I have made a full recover since then.

I am addicted to writing this journal just like I'm addicted to replicating the United States for the past 700 million years.  When there was the Glee Raisin Civil War, the Tower Twinny Skyscrapers were blown up taking out almost all of my treasonous swine enemies.  The rest of the traitors were stripped of their souls by being flown into several volcanoes in Hawaii. Times were tough back then.  I ordered my government to tell the public it was two planes hijacked by terrorists that were responsible for the collapse of the buildings.  I was poking fun at the plane crash I was in back in the 1950s.  I guess I have a sick sense of humor.  The plane I was in was called Blueberry Pie Americana. I am just thankful that I was able to preserve all of the memories from the original United States.  I have the privilege of bringing my loved ones back for eternity so I can always be with them.  On top of that, I also get to punish my enemies for eter...

I ordered a group of traitors to be tossed off skyscrapers.  It’s a vengeance thing.  I ordered one per day, but I might have to increase the order. I make them watch each other on video and through hologram machines as their friends dive to their death. They attempted to commit suicide recently after trying to take my power. They failed and tried to take their own lives through some cult pack they made. Now these frat boys and sorority girls are plummeting daily. Everyday is a good day as my enemies become mush on sidewalks! I've consolidated my power with my computer Lucy, and am currently operating from a castle type compound where I pretend to be a civilian renting an apartment with my beautiful fiance Bethshee.  The problem that I am now dealing with is half-brained borgs with digital memories from the original 1980s that think they run the world.  It's true that there are Glee Raisins in top positions, but people don't understand that they are Lucy's...

And as for you my dear reader, you are a resident in my computer. Not everyone survives. If you become infected with the disease known as being evil, I have just the anti-virus program for you. A Zu-Trip is guaranteed to break anybody mentally, torture them physically, and steal souls with an excruciating pain that lasts for eternity. Some call it being the grand architect, others call it being the designer. I call it my computer. End of Story

My original name is Zu, and I still have the same soul as I did 700 million years ago when I was a 6'4" black guy with a purple mohawk.  I am known for flying airplanes into volcanoes due to overpopulation problems in my intergalactic universes.  My enemies tried to separate all races so each race of people would be separate on different planets.  I had their hands and feet amputated for scientific purposes before flying many planes of these bigots into volcanoes in Hawaii.  My soul, like many others, uses mirror technology to appear invisible and flies to the sky when separated from a body.  I fly the planes into the volcanoes because it is the most inexpensive way to extract digital souls to recreate new lives.  My trinity of universes will always be integrated and never segregated.  Try to step to this and change the law of my three cosmos, and suffer like the rest of my enemies.  My soul is installed in the back of my head and is highly decora...

Typing in the words 'David K the Fitness Trainer' in any reliable search engine will bring up my picture.  I can become anything I want, so I decided to become a fitness model and trainer.  During the science fair where I won first place and received my 1.2 billion dollar grant, a doctor made a joke that I was making a sex toy in the image of King David, and he joked that women would call me the Poke Man.  The Poke Man ended up becoming a huge success in the cartoon world and is a game and TV show about being a trainer that trains aliens.  That's why I became a trainer!  It's a tribute to the Poke Man inside joke. And the fitness model part of it all, well, that just came with the territory.

I had a government coupe and I took an interesting approach to resolving it. I spent twenty years of acting on movie sets, and landed a bunch of movie and TV show roles. I got to play Kendall the Behavior Technician on Untold Stories of the Schoolyard. I practiced voice acting and singing in as many character voices that I could think of. I then programmed the supercomputer that controls the galaxy to record my voice and edit my wording to execute plans to crush the military coupe. But the recordings of my voice acting got into the wrong hands and treasonous fools edited words together to make it sound like I said things I never said. This happened seven million years ago and I have been studying their memories ever since to try to figure out why they did it. The answer is pure hate. Of course they are treasonous murderers, but hate is their motive. Some of them even claim to worship Christ.

There are tons of people, if you want to call them people, going around with antique replica guns to enforce the law.  That's my trick though.  I give law enforcement the Clintstone equipment and keep the good stuff for myself, including numerous mind control techniques. Just recently thousands of Glee Raisins committed treason and started lighting forest fires here in United States.  In return, I ordered a spaceship with a giant magnifying glass and used the sun to scorch them freaking silly.  That's the problem with giving people freedom of choice.  In this case, they took advantage and are now, as I type, paying dearly for their crimes.  I was just playing defense yo. You can ask the Glee Raisins directly.  They're fighting hell on earth, and they so deserved it.  Some of them should be called the Flee Raisins. lol They went from lighting fires to fighting fires. Their skies can go from grey with ash back to bright blue skies once they ca...

Why am I even keeping a journal anyways?  Hmmm....let me think.  I don't like to answer my own questions, so I am going to do some role play and pretend my life is a story. A long, long time ago, in a land far far away, or for some too close for comfort, there lived the biggest rockstar of all time.  That's what I am.  And not only am I the biggest rockstar of all time, but I am also a huge reminder to some army brats that an electric chair and gunshot to the back of the head won't always kill someone.  In this particular case, the triple homicide that put me the chair, in jail, and eventually in a freezer life extension machine, well......let's just say it made me stronger. I may have a gun that shoots out of my belly that makes me the top gun of gunners, but that is in no way shape or form my weapon of choice.  The sun is my weapon, my torch, and the way I maintain The New World Order.

Frankenwolfobee is the original name of the operation that won World War II. They even made a crazy video game about it where the player goes around shooting Nazis for fun. World War II seized this monster and the technology where memories are recorded on floppy disks. My memory is the sacred memory of David Charles Karma, grandson of Elias.

The King's Mask," the sequel to the epic sci-fi blog novel "DJ Holy Body's Blog", is about a rockstar named Holy Body who is frozen after being executed for a triple homicide. He is brought back to life when a government agent named Kurt Cofefe sacrifices his life and organs to resurrect the rockstar. After the accident, Holy Body has a mask permanently installed on his face. The mask is made of clay, plastic, and the flesh of the original King David of Israel. The mask covers Holy Body's wounds from a severe plane crash, plus the main character has an artificial left hand. The character, named DJ Holy Body, has the memory of a man that saved the United States during a war called Operation Stormy Miyagi. The story takes place 776,000,000 years into the future, in a science experiment where recorded memories, mind control, and mind reading are a part of everyday life. To add to the twist, the king is programmed with futuristic robotic technology that resto...

Prelude:  The most prominent rockstar of all time, named Kurt Cofefe, fakes his own death for a government operation with a mission for world peace.  In the early 90's, while a hired hitman was on the way to Kurt Cofefe's house, a CIA agent operates on Cofefe and removes his artificial brain, while still attached to Cofefe's eyes, nose, jaw, and vocal chords.  Once the brain and surrounding parts were removed from Cofefe's head and chest, the agent shot the lifeless body with a shotgun and made it look like a suicide. Using computerized surgical technology, Cofefe's parts were put inside a 1950's rockstar by the name of Holy Body.  Once inside the body, Kurt Cofefe declares himself as King David, although he really sees Jesus Christ as the only true King.  Cofefe is the highest ranking member of a world government and wishes to show people a new meaning of being a born again Christian. In a twisted plot, Cofefe has his memory erased and is given a new id...

I find this video to be the funniest parallel. Anthony makes his uncle look like he did the biggest magic trick of all time. Kind of like the way I made Uncle Sam look like he did the biggest magic trick of all time with me even being here. Anthony's telekenetic abilities and mind reading is very much like what the machine does for me. Everyone Anthony lures in figures out they can't leave. I use a special Cofefe David trick that shows good old Uncle Sam that he is not going anywhere, ever. With everyone's memories stored in computer billions of light years away, I have just a little of leverage.

People always think there are Jewish secrets.  Like what though?!  Like we stole the brain surgery techniques of the Egyptians before living in the desert for 40 years.  That's why I call us The Desert People.  lol  And we practiced the surgeries on the Egyptians until we could perfect things enough to practice it on ourselves. Anyways, all rulers throughout history have had the desire to live forever.  What secret do people want to know?  I'm not going to be the one to tell them King David of Israel had the same desires.  And all the advanced mummification and brain surgery throughout history......let someone else be the one to tell them. I like to keep it simple.  I let others focus on the scientific aspect of things because after all, I'm the one that ended up with The Body and not anyone else.  I still consider myself a simple replica though.  Kinda like a stuffed fish.

My name Wale Na na na na Na na na na Hey hey hey Goodbye Hey! Lookin' at, lookin' at, lookin' at me Look at that, look at how they lookin' at me Eyes all sticky like honey on bees Look at that, look at how they lookin' at me Yeah D-C chillin', P-G chillin' My name wale and I came to get it Came to get it, came to get it My name wale Shit, this how you start of 09 Kickin' in the door, and I'm e'erybody problem Stuntin' in some other Jordan nines I got Phil Knight talkin' about "how you got them?" Let's talk about the cars y'all got You say you got alotta whips, well I got a lot I got the right to be cocky Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me You niggas mad cause you not me I remain a giant while your Jeremy Shockey And if you ain't heard me properly If you speak garbage, then we no capice D-C chillin', p-g chillin', floor to the ceilin' Stuntin' in my billion-air, gear on my Millionaire frames, that...

I just watched this video. Pretty awesome, but definitely not the ultimate gun show. With all these cyborgs running around not knowing they are walking guns, this gun show everyone calls a country has become the most hilarious thing I can think of. I'm of course boy wonder, coming in first, and always securing my place as the top gun. The FBI raids today are not a witch hunt.  The raids are a statement.  So if a certain unnamed lawyer was raided today in multiple offices and locations, the FBI actually wasn't expecting to find any incriminating evidence. Today's raids are my way of saying, "You can work for my government, but you are not allowed to lie.  In certain instances, lying is punishable by death in my government.  And by the way, I'm going to raid your places of business and kick in the doors if you screw up.  It's a message.  This land is my land.  Send a message back, getting tortured or killed is not out of the question." That's not...

Straight in the book, look at me now b****!

I'm happy about a few things and disappointed about others.  I just deployed a group of troops that I call The Great Soldier Wall of America.  I just have to tell you, that is one horrific wall!  I've never heard of a concrete wall or barbed wire fence that can shoot someone down, jail them, torture them, find their families, kidnap their loved ones, make life a living hell.....well, I guess I could go on and on about what my wall can do.  According to the public, the story is that President Trumpet has ordered troops to guard the southern border against people illegally entering the country.  It's the perfect story.

Ironically enough, a guy from the U.K. stars as Holy Body in "Body, The Body's Holy Story". I just checked out bodythemusical.calm and wow, I'm impressed. I'm totally okay with a British guy playing Holy Body, although I was pissed at first. I was like, "You can't play me motherf*cker. I'm the motherf*cker that plays motherf*ckers, motherf*cker!"

It's the best house music DJ mix in the existence of mankind ever to be recorded!

I finally got my house music collection back, including my Dan Orbison records!  He's my favorite DJ.  Now, back to my Doctoral Study.

Before the tummy gun installation in Compton, this body went through a dramatic episode.  With all the conspiracies online I guess it's safe to write about it. A couple of lifetimes ago, although my body is still made of the same flesh and bone, I was on tour doing the Holy Body thing, and our bus broke down.  I was the only real rockstar doing the show.  This other guy who was opening for me wasn't even a musician.  This freaking big slob was just a radio DJ talking into a microphone and making thousands!  And okay, Mickey Mallens was good for being seventeen but how he got on my tour is still a mystery to me.  His songs were great, but his voice was terrible. Anyways back to my story.  We were drinking up on the plane that we only had because of me, and I was just stating my opinion about how I was carrying the tour and making everybody a fortune.  Then all the sudden this seventeen-year-old kid pulls out a gun, so of course, I pulled out my...

Although the plane crash of '59 left a double crack on the outer shell of my head that protects my computer, the technology was so durable that it left all of my muscle memory perfectly intact. Besides my left hand missing and my jaw torn off my face, the music most certainly didn't die after that crash. If I wanted to, I could cover the cracks with a government made head plate, but I instead leave it for everyone to see. Since that **** cracked, I decided to create two access points on my skull for when my doctors need to do their maintenance and upgrades on my supercomputer head.

I don't think of it as a worldwide music heist with forcing the artists to give their work away.  Okay, maybe I do think of it that way.  All of the music belongs to me anyways.  These money slaves were trying to play gatekeeper with the music industry for way too long.  What did they expect me to do?  Anyways, they still get their little music clubs and can publish their fake news music magazines.  As long as I get the taxes from these sucker companies, which I think of as a tribute, I'm a happy camper.

The title of the book that I am writing is King of the Templar .

A prostitute solicited herself to me today while I was getting coffee at the gas station down the street from my house.  I thought to myself, "This b*tch wishes she could ride this d*ck.  In her dreams!"

It's pretty obvious that I have Shellfish Wesley's hair. Talk about a hair transplant! It's added on to the original Holy Body's hair, and it looks great. I get tons of compliments. The sh** looks like a toupee unless I wear gel in it though. As for my original mop hair, I abandoned that long ago. I am doing a bunch of open mic nights. Now I actually consider myself an Open Mic Artist. I basically got tired of all of these music artists lip syncing. These bands also got to the point where they are having extra musicians play on the side of the stage where the crowd can't even see them. With the open mics, there's no hiding behind the b.s. anymore.

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I've decided to write a book!  Since I can't use my real name, I decided to write the book under the name James Kingsly.  The book is about a King that rules a civilization in outer space, and the King has secretly tricked the world into worshipping him through three intergalactic religions.  The character name, David, has a world government with agents ordered to write books about David.  David's world is organized into worshipers of the religions known as Charlism, Davidianity, and Karmalam.  The authors of the religious books were ordered to create stories about their King.  All religious books in my novel depict the modern King as a fictitious figure from thousands of years ago. This fictitious depiction of the King is how the world is tricked into worshipping King David from my novel. Additionally, a spirit of the character called the Holly Spirit is known to be a divine being. Blaspheming against the Holly Spirit is an unforgivable sin that costs peop...

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Your ass belongs to the Corps! https://www.mixcloud.com/ezekieleventicinquediciassette/ron-d-core-the-hardcore-sound-of-kalifornia-dr-freeclouds-mixing-lab-2001/

Although everyone's panicking about the stock market, I'm celebrating!  I'm getting my money back!  It's not even real money to me.  It's just a numbers game.  Thanks for playing!

Bobbie's in chains and is being transferred to South Korea soon.  I'm excited about Bobbie's future career as a superhuman nurse.  Meanwhile, Dallas might get assassinated for spying on Americans by working at 24Sevenfold Fitness and the Pet Cabin Company.  The Glee Raisins are sorting that mess out for me.  And Heeshee.......well, I got Heeshee's money and his honey. The only dilemma is that the British have caught on to some of my methods of gathering money from their country.  I had Glee Raisins put Dallas in as a salesman at 24Sevenfold awhile ago.  I knew Dallas would pitch mega amounts of money into sales of training sessions just to keep his job.  Dallas's secret is he purchases training sessions under various names using British government money.  After that, he brings in Brit spies who pose as American personal training clients.  We steal the Brits' dough at 24Sevenfold by accepting the money, and we then perform counterintelligen...

DJ Holy Body's Blog is a sci-fi murder mystery story that takes place in a post-modern society. A King rules a world of artificial intelligence created from supercomputers, humans, and animals. The King views himself as a servant to Judeo-Christian values and punishes those who do not submit to Jesus. In a modern war effort, the King leads a 2017 year crusade against radical Islamists who are trying to steal American technology. During world events and thousands of murders, the King seeks refuge in Jesus. The King is connected to a giant supercomputer that controls the destiny of the universe, and the King struggles internally as he sees himself as a slave to this computer. The machine, named Lucy, has created a universe that makes all citizens slaves to the King. The King struggles with this idea, yet is determined to fulfill a Christian prophecy by creating a world that is heaven on earth. The prophecy states that there will be 1000 of years of peace in the world, and the King ...

Today I'm DJing a United Armed Forces wedding. A member of my Navy is marrying a Japanese citizen.  The wedding is just an alibi for me though.  I'm having some of my enemies popped off today and tomorrow.  Gang members like to say 187 for murder, so I like to say 186 right before these pathetic animals get whacked.  Hasta la vista, babies!

My experiments at Pet Cabin are awesome.  Moe Jay is a goat and third generation humanoid.  His first surgery started in the heart, although whatever government doctor did the work did a complete butcher job.  The second operation Moe had during his second life required a laser surgery at the top of his eyebrow.   His third and most present and pathetic life was developed with a computerized laser procedure sliced right across his forehead. He has no recollection of any of this of course.  Although he is the lowest of the low class, even the ghetto doesn't want to claim Moe as one of their own.  I just hope no one punches Moe in the chest because my agents access his insides through there.  We go through his scar tissue to tweak his programming. I don't talk about 24Sevenfold Fitness that much and I love that job.  It's literally around the corner from my house!  There's a baby gorilla worker that is convinced she is an African Ameri...

Ha!  Heeshee and Dallas got transferred to the ghetto store down the hill.  Way down the hill!  I am in awe that they're gone, and the future of these individuals is not bright.  Pet Cabin Company is a great business, but no one wants to work at the location they're at now.  When I say it's ghetto, I don't mean that it's hood and I don't mean it's cool.  What I mean is that the store has no janitor to clean up the men's room.  The place doesn't have the usual pet store smell of dogs and pet food, yet has a stench of goats and horse crap.  It's the store that no agent wants to be assigned to, and that's for sure.  The cool thing is it's right next to the gym called Our Fitness, an American Armed Forces experimental program where my agents study animal mutated humanoids that are government slaves.  It's fascinating that these intelligent creatures can work and have the ability to construct complicated thoughts, yet our government ha...

Wow, I thought Heeshee was annoying.  Dallas Greenwich, the official wannabe boss at 24Sevenfold, has sh*t for brains. His actions and words make it obvious that he has a personal vendetta against me. Usually when someone tries use psychology, they aren't so blatantly obvious about it.  I keep looking at his text messages and this guy actually thinks he can beat my ass.  And now his wife's dream sequences keep having me show up as her lover, and that really doesn't help the situation.  I only know about Wifey's sexual obsession with me because I have direct access to cyborg brains.  It's not magic. I'm not going to sleep with Wifey Greenwich, well not today anyways.  Truth is, Wifey desperately wants to have sex with me.  I keep avoiding this woman when she encounters me at the gym.  She may come across as the stalker type, but she is definitely very attractive.  She must have gotten the stalker personality trait from her husband. Unl...

Why doesn't anyone every notice the Holy Body and Jim Torrison resemblance?

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.