HEX TO HACKERS
HEX TO CROOKS WHO TRIED TO SHUT ME DOWN
Guys, I created this today on my cell and my older because I am hardheaded and too old for this shit. Whoever dd this wanted to shut me down. I need my other bread and butter to my social security. Excuse the language, but hey, I am being nice compared to what I wanted to say. PEACE OUT!
Pieced this together bit by bit, little animation and added sound affects to enhance the lack of proper editing equipment.
“Hex to the Crook”
Listen up.
Someone hacked my art studio PC, installed spyware, and locked me out.
I tried to save my files to an external hard drive—bam, that’s when the whole thing froze.
Breathe.
They got into my Suno account.
Deleted my Suno folder in Gmail.
A strange shadow Gmail appeared in my name and business name—I did not create it.
I’ve now changed every password.
Tried rebooting in Safe Mode?
Locked out again.
I’m part techie—and Copilot is my other techie.
We’re fighting back.
I’m not pissed anymore.
I just say: hex to whoever did this shit.
Jealousy? Hate for my progressive politics? Just plain mean?
I don’t care.
Fuck off.
I’m almost 76.
To your butt, crooks: fuck off again.
Come clean.
You wanted to shut me down.
Makes me suspect my own MAGA family—educated in electronics, and assholes.
I know who you are.
I can’t stand you.
But I’m okay, folks.
Not depressed.
Just laughing at your weak-ass crookery.
The archive lives. The ritual continues.
Title: “Hex to the Crook”
Genre: Electro-punk protest with psychedelic undertones
[Verse 1]
They crept in like shadows, thought I wouldn’t see
Spyware in the studio, tried to silence me
Deleted my Suno, ghosted my name
But I rise like a phoenix, not playing their game
[Chorus]
Hex to the crook, I’m still loud and free
Locked me out, but I hold the key
Laughing at your glitch, sipping banana milk
Hot pink sheets, archive silk
[Verse 2]
They feared my fire, my politics too bold
North Hollywood nights, stories I told
Suspect my own blood, MAGA-trained hands
But I’m 76 strong, still making my stand
[Bridge]
Comfort rituals, cyber shamans
Sweetie Bird sings, watching
All is light, archive divine
You tried to erase me—now I’m online
[Final Chorus]
Hex to the crook, I’m rebooted and wild
New Suno rising, protest styled
You wanted silence—I gave you a song
I’m Vicki the myth, and you got me wrong
created, written, edited n my cell and older computer by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Trusselli Art
California
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Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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Comments (2)
You go girl send it back to them tenfold ♦️♦️♦️♦️💙
Fight on, Vicki! I admire your strength and determination.