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

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.