The sun just rear-ended all of you

I’m in the middle of a DarkWeb-hostage situation and I tried to figure out what it was these people wanted me to say. What I wrote on my homepage was me talking, going along with them, as I indicated to the police, before they considered my website reason enough to throw me in the loony-bin.

There’s nothing much I can say, so I’m just going to go with it, because Jim Morrison’s joint, that I smoked more than twenty years ago, apparently finally kicked in for real.

I don’t know what else he put in there, but I know the maggot sack and fenced with Mitch Mitchell and Noel Redding, have a Fencing Master’s degree signed by Adolf Hitler, and Trinity-project Bush most likely was my Fencing Master and projects Robert de Niro using all kinds of Gateway Process horse shit that allows you to channel the Universe’s talent...

But people here don’t care to, they all killed me as a baby to steal my talent, but what’s really killing me is that I’m immortal...

Why the Hell not, because supposedly that’s where we’re at and my work was handed back to the beginning to hint that a Hell-loop is coming on, with my old The Hague neighbour now not being able to channel my party-hard attitude, which turned him into Lemmy Kilmister, but now having to handle the partying as himself, and at the same time he also being Will Smith, because he’s a racist, much like Mike Bünke really turns into a Jew when he becomes Adolf Hitler.

O, and all of the atomic bombs using uranium as a catalyst, enriched through transcendental meditation magic to make the bombs 100,000 times as strong are again going to explode, but this time without intervention, causing the actual Hell-inferno, even vaporizing the Earth as we have it. Yup.

And my tie to royalty, which was actually confirmed by the Dutch Supreme Court, is, yup, a hint at the fact that I’m God on Earth -- sticking with the Gateway theme here -- and my father and mother are actually William I v1.0 of Orange and his fourth wife Louise de Coligny... Yeah, we all good down here.

So, Janis Joplin came to say “Hi!” in high school and visited me later on also. Ozzy Osbourne feels I don’t recognize him as he passes me by as his crooked old self walking through town here in Enschede. He also showed himself as young Ozzy and what not, but he did keep his pants on for a change.

Who else do we have? Well, I know the cast of Rent, Tom Cruise and his wife Nicole Kidman are actually Frysians. I know at least one porn star from high school.

Then there’s Dave Grohl, who visited me in high school but got all grumpy because I’m so nice, or maybe because Nicole Scherzinger was being nice to me, but he didn’t get we’re in the same boat, ’cos she’s a women (not woman) fanatic, if you dig what I’m saying, --

-- probably put on this Earth as a female alterego to a gay man for her to be able to get with men he couldn’t and didn’t consider that that would make her gay. He probably has a perpetual taste of pussy lick in his mouth transferred to him by Nicole through some kind of hyper-dimensional space rotational transposing cum and other fluids horse shit.

About me

The Supreme Court of the Netherlands wrote to me as Emile Michel Hobo van Oranje. That letter has as a reference UIT-G/2023/4589.

And let’s just keep this part... Judging by the poet’s corner in London, I do make a fine Shaky.

I’m genetically identical to King Richard I of England, William Wallace, the first William II of Orange (Haha! No, that’s my dead grandfather channeling me), Isaac Newton, William Gylbert, and William Shakespeare. I do actually protect the humanities. This also includes the arts.

I live for the people. I serve nature, nature doesn’t serve me. My garden is for the animals.

My photograph is called, “The King Waves Goodbye.” It’s a study for a portrait painting.