Maximally Charged

People often say to me: “I love your voice, Bryan Ray. What makes you such an attractive, famous author?” 

I am Spanish and Puerto Rican. I am Afro-Asiatic. A nation is defined as “a large body of people united by common descent, history, culture, or language, inhabiting a particular territory”. This definition is false. I AM the nation.

I lost 99% of myself in a fight, and now I’m angry.

What the world calls good, I call bad. I have a heavenly father, and I’ve already briefed him on what my business shall be on this earth. He can just sit tight while I do this. You can go ahead and ask him whatever you want — I do not care. He’ll never disagree with my statements. 

Listen up, chap, I’m talking to you. One of my aims is to see whole multitudes of people in the street, making out with abandon.

I am the Behemoth of the Goliaths; the Goliath of the Behemoths. I am the Dark Tower of Eternity: potent beyond imagination. I use pens that look like quills but they’re pure gold and steel, to write these scriptures. I know for a fact that I am real, and what I say is true.

I’m the one who continuously invents all these new fads that you can’t keep up with. I dress identical to my father in heaven. My enemies are hissing and yowling like cats. I allow flying rodents to pollute my enemies’ water dish.