Wow, your incapacity to accept that even you can make a mistake is staggering.

You spent a couple of weeks prophesying that there would be a natural disaster that would inflict physical damage to a specified location, on a specified date.

Surprise, didn't pan out.

"Oh, it was a metaphor for love."

Now, you could've simply said "I was wrong", hell, even claim that you simply got the date wrong, but alas, you chose the path of total fabrication.

I hope that when your concert is going to be a wet fart something funnier is going to emerge, because another round of "oh, it happened, in me, and it was love" would frankly downgrade you to simply another unfunny delirious hobo.

ENTERTAIN US CORRECTLY, DAMNIT!

So a tsunami and a flood, that will inflict a good amount of damage to the US east coast, is really love?

Can't wait to see the shit you're going to try to spin when your million man concert ends up being a wet fart, and that you are not in fact the reincarnation of holy Hendrix.

The fact that none of the A&R reps I sent a demo of your shit even took the time to point and laugh is also a bad sign.

So where is the massive east coast damage you promised?

Actually, I value things in talent, which is why you're failing spectacularly.

When he predicted massive damage on the east coast via hurricane a while back, turns out he actually meant something totally different. Expect similar weaseling out in a few weeks.

I fiddle with guitars occasionally, sounding pretty much like you do. It's not a valuable skillset. By definition, it's valuable only if it's marketable, otherwise it's a hobby.

19 days left for you to rock like Hendrix by the way...

Everyone everyone, or specific people you have on board?

If I have a say in this, I'll go for a streamlined event consisting of nothing else than you putting a blowtorch to your balls for the whole weekend.

Who is "we"?

Actually, quite he contrary. On the road to my 4 year diploma I have received many formal offers unsolicited, and while I'm finishing my fourth year I will be responding to those offers by booking various interviews where both my potential employers and will compare goals and orientations. I'll then decide which on fits me best.

You see, when you take the time and put in the effort to actually develop a desirable skillset, people chase you much more than you chase them. Shocking, I know, but I guess studying hard to get in a field where there are 3-4 openings per new candidate was a better life choice than... whatever you're doing.

No, it's not, but that material will unfortunately not be covered in the slow class.

So, what's the motivation for people to deposit cash here now?

FTFY.

Actually most of the brain is made of delicious meat.

Just for argument's sake, what happens if on December 21st you aren't able to shoot lightning from your nipples?

I forsee a lot of cock meat sandwiches in your future, but hey, at least the universe will provide.

Because I can.
Yes.
No.

So wait, are you or aren't you a fool for saying you're god? Seriously, get you delusions straight, at least.

Toxx clause? Toxx clause.

What was you question?

While I'd normally question you on your credentials for making such a (not really) convincing Dx over the interwebs, I'll waive that and simply look at your intentions.

Is dank a sick and deranged individual? No shit, Sherlock. Question is, what do you want us to do about it?

A while back I called out the people who are known to have his IRL credentials after he exposed his latest self-harmful plan. Guess what? The people with the ability to actually get off their ass and get in contact with his parents to address the obvious abandon of whatever meds he was on (there is a definitive split near October where he went from simpleton to all-out afflicted), but surprise, no one wants to loose the potential cash cow he proven himself to be.

You should bark up the right tree...