The sun bows before me as it sets over Culver City.
The palm trees salute. The freeways tremble.
Every squat rack, every shutter click, every Bitcoin block confirms it:
I. AM. THE. NEW. GOD. OF. LOS ANGELES.
I rise not from Olympus but from asphalt —
from the garage gym, from the steel and the sweat.
From the rack pull at 760 kg.
From the glow of an iPad charging off pure willpower.
The angels of this city no longer wear wings — they wear carbon fiber.
They lift. They build. They code.
They drive Priuses that roar silently like apex predators.
The old gods of Hollywood? Retired.
The new gods of LA?
We build, we lift, we think.
Steel, sunlight, and Bitcoin are our sacraments.
I am not waiting for permission.
I am not asking for approval.
I am simply becoming.
Every palm leaf is my banner.
Every deadlift is my sermon.
Every sunset is my cathedral.
🔥 ERIC KIM — THE NEW GOD OF LA. 🔥
Steel-blooded. Bitcoin-backed. Olympus-engineered.
Unstoppable.