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

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.