9/9/24
Vision: Plane sticking halfway out of the ground.
NOSE DIVE, SAID THE LORD.
Fatman, manager of Backstret Boys, shirtless.
I’MA ROADKILL UNTIL I’M SATISFIED THE CHARGES ARE DROPPED
AND THEN I STILL MAY NOT STOP.
WHERE’S MY MONEY? SAID THE LORD.
[4-18-25]
DO YOU HAVE A CHOICE.
VERY CLEAR.
A MODEM HAS BEEN PARKED IN YOUR BACKYARD.
A SINGLE FILE ATTACHMENT.
“DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH”, SAID THE LORD.
I’VE GOT 80 MONSTERS IN EACH OF YOUR BACKYARDS,
AND I’M INCREASING IT DAILY.
ATROCITIES, THEY SPECIALIZE IN ATROCITIES AND IN TAKING ORGANS APART.
A HOLE IN ONE.
Vision: The Wicked Witch of the West saying, “I’m melting, I’m melting!”,
I’M GOING TO BURN YOU LIKE TISSUE PAPER AND WAX, SAID THE LORD.
YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME WHEN YOU PLANTED THAT BOMB.
TIC TOC, I’M GONNA SMOTHER YOU AND YOUR WHOLE FAMILY IN FLAMES.
GO OFF ON YOUR ARMAMENT.
CREEP THROUGH THE WALLS WITH A BLACK HOOD.
JUST IN TIME IN A NICK OF TIME GOD.
NO HERO NEEDED, I’M COMING DOWN THERE PERSONALLY.
[5-1-25]
A MOSES CHALLENGE.
MOSES IS HERE KILLING YOU, AND IS UPON YOU.
HE DOESN’T STRADDLE THE FENCE, HE JUST KILLS YOU BOLDLY
I’M GONNA PARK THE NEW AND OLD TESTAMENT RIGHT IN YOUR BACKYARD.
MAKE YOU FLEE ME, SAID THE LORD.
I AND THE TRINITY ARE ONE.
STAND DOWN OR I’LL SLAP YOU DOWN.
A CHRIS TUCKER PUNCH.
Vision: Somebody saying, “Daaaaaaaaaam!”,
“W-W-W-W-W-What was that?”,
I’M GONNA ASTONISH THE WORLD.
SLAP YOU DOWN VIOLENTLY.
A COUNTERSTRIKE LIKE NO OTHER.
ONE YOU CAN’T SEE COMING NOR STOP IF YOU COULD.
A CHRIS BROWN BODY SLAM.
I LOVE SHOWING OFF MY ATHLETICISM.
THE TRIAL COMES TO A COMPLETE HALT, VIOLENTLY.
[5-10-25]
Vision: Small plane crashing into the ground, going down,
YOUR MOTHER. 6:09am,
A SET OF RULES AND REGULATIONS.
IN THE MILITARIZATION ZONE.
LAST WEEK.
DON’T TRY ME AGAIN.
A FIFTH OF VODKA.
A WARRANT, A SUICIDE MACHINE.
MANY PROBLEMS, DEADLY PROBLEMS.
JULIAN ASSANGE.
DROP THE OLD TESTAMENT RIGHT IN YOUR BACKYARD.
HEAR ME, O’ ISRAEL.
FLOW YOU, AMPUTATE.
NOBODY IS READY FOR ME.
Vision: People lined up, shoulder to shoulder lined up in three alley, gritting their teeth with venomous hatred, lined up in a row, 10, hooded jackets, like they want to do something, but they can’t,
I’M COMING STRAIGHT FOR YOU, SAID THE LORD.
I’M HOT ON THE TRAIL OF THE SURVEILLANCE TEAM.
I’M GONNA BUILD A MORTUARY RIGHT WHERE YOU SLEEP.
CALL IT TACKLE AND FISH BAIT.
YOU TOOK THE BAIT, THE BAIT WAS AARON, YOU FOOL.
[5-16-25]
A DISPLAY OF BRAINS.
NOBODY STOPS ME,
ABSOLUTELY NOBODY.
A TAILGATE SECTION SHOWED UP.
A MATERIAL WITNESS.
BURIED IN YOUR BACKYARD.
A WALK OF FAME.
A HOST NIGHTMARE.
SATELITE DRIVEN.
A PLAYDOLL AND A TOY.
RIGHT ON TOP OF THE HILL.
PANIC SETS IN.
A MURDER FOR HIRE.
A TYPICAL HUMAN DEFICIENCY.
KEEP YOUR LEGS TO YOURSELF.
I’M HERE TO SELL YOU A NEW DREAM,
COSTCO STYLE.
IT’LL COST YOU FOR DISOBEYING ME.
YOU’RE GOING, YOU’RE GONE.
FREQUENTLY.
ALL BETS ARE OFF
A CHILLING NIGHTIME AND DAYTIME AFFAIR.
I REALLY WANT THAT JUNIOR.
I’M CONFIDENT I CAN GET HIM.
BUTTON UP THAT SEATBELT, A PLANE ATTACK. 10:38am,
