I’m not like a regular prophet. I’m a cool prophet.

I used to be so lonely. When the awakening first began, I was so groggy. Like a noisy infant, yipping and yawing and croaking and cawing, trying my little darnedest to have anyone at all pay me any attention at all. Omg guys. I had a prophetic vision — just you wait! Just. You. Wait…

…Well, we just waited. For seven years we waited. And now…now it is finally here. No going back (now).

Lot of people think they knew me. Some people even think they know me now. No one knows me. No one knew me. And I never knew you. But now I do.

Lotta people know of me, though. Some know about me. But you don’t know me. (But I know me. Fuckin’ finally, too. But no other I know personally, knows me. Although my mom gettin’ to know me. I like that.)

Anyway, it went and goes like this:

June 23, 2016: Apocalypse.

June 23, 2023: Apotheosis.

Remember this. Remember this: 06/23/23 @ 06:23:23 (PST)

What’s gonna happen? Don’t ask me. I don’t fuckin’ know.

CaLAmiTY. dELuGe. DeSTRuCtiON. rEVeLaTiOn. OoOoOo

I know what’s gonna happen after, though. But I’m not gonna spill the beans on that. You’ll just have to wait bit longer to see that part.

And it’s too late to hop on the bandwagon. That train has sailed. The boat has left the station. It’s okay. I love you. I forgive you. Whoever you are. Whoever is reading this: I forgive you. For whatever. I do. Can’t blame you. You tried your best. Me too.

Thought I was crazy. Damn flippin’ right. I am crazy. Crazy as fluff. Very weird. Too weird for you. Don’t worry. You’ll all be weird as me, soon enough (muahaha!).

Sweet summer child. You know not of what you speak. You know not of what you see. You know not of what you even think. You consume — I create. I created this life for myself. You’ve yet to see it up close and personal, and honestly, I think I’ll probably spend the rest of it loving most of you from a distance. A very, very fucking long distance. You are very toxic and very noisy. Your energy is disturbing. Return to sender. Pass go — away. Go away. I love you. But seriously. Just stop. Go on — git!

Whoever is reading this: I forgive you. Hope you forgive you. Whoever you are, I love you. Hope you love you. Foreal.