Telekinetic Bully Strangers Threaten To Face Me Bl
I calling out a pack of thugs. I don't know them but they are loud and trouble. They have my number and address. If anyone believes one has to live life without being judged by strangers, make them call me. The actual me though, make sure of that
Blues. Used to busk. Thankyou for looking March 2021. Love/art/blues/Rob. So, musical diary
Pardon? How can I interview me?
Some streets are better than others? Some highways are brighter than others. Time of day, find a state of mind, imagination, TV, 1920s. I write about love, lost or found, hopefully honestly inspired by love, and try to play better for that. When younger protested about behaviours on my radar, and of course, being a simple artist, surfing the great times I imagine I had in another life, or maybe one day this one!
Story behind the song
The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD
I calling out a pack of thugs. 'Talkers' no doubt.
Again.
Another 24/7 rape. In fact their murder hole has never given me a break, never desisted. They, whoever they are, have no right just sitting there, wherever it is, getting famous off my dime. Even if artists like me. I most definitely said No.
I don't know them. I'm quite sure I don't know them at all, even if I once did, and that is a question. Somehow they obviously derived a right to sit on my name and reputation. I don't deserve that. Not a clue who they are, or why they'd be so intent on me, but then, their thing probably wouldn't work if I knew who or why. And I do know they are loud and trouble, whoever they are. They have my number and address. If anyone believes one has to live life without being judged by strangers, make them call me. The actual me though, make sure of that. Or else know whatever is happening from this point on, I will be suffering in silence for no good reason.
UnAustralian blues. Like I say, I doubt I know them from Adam. They will be lying they've had a 'chat' with me. A crock. Never happened. They just want to use their telekinetics to be spiritual relationships and middle class, despite being massive swaggering bullies all their lives. And cowards. They rape my consciousness all day, and night, hard all night, and then I'm to believe that after they've had their fun with me people will allow them to go on to cuddle children if they wish.
Want me dead in private, and mean it, but are acting concerned in public, conveniently, where, of course, everything is vaguely the robot's fault, and nothing means what it means?
Selfish conceited thugs believe the thing itself is reason enough and whatever I am is mere window dressing. Oh, they'll get to this as I compose it. I have reached the conclusion that all in their world are psychopathic bullies. Bigger than the Bernies no doubt. Big. Bigger. Louder. The deception is their clever deflection to me, Mister Visible, a man they do not know at all, and I doubt ever did. There is some evidence that they were big presences out the back of marijuana years ago and not liking me because everyone seemed to know me and that didn't sit well. They couldn't see the attraction. They painted an infamy of soul -sucking consciousness complete with a ragged conscience on my part, completely hiding their own intense jealousy and inbuilt chip against the world, and their own failure to be anything but expectant cool cats dead weighting their way through life with a confident conceit that I can only assume fools anyone. Umbrage when I was around, likely umbrage now that I'm not. They really truly think they are powerful enough to hate crime me into being a robotic version of what they are fraudulently claiming about me. I just defend myself, with my mouth shut. Their dodgy brains are their problem. They are the freaks. My true reputation doesn't actually correspond with theirs, and I haven't been a freak for ten years, so they hate me, hard, all day and night, in relays, for that.
No one slanders like they do. My guess is they have re-
invented themselves as 'sit on me Big Love' as a ploy, and using the word 'sure' as their fool everyone word, they'll have quick answers for everything, everything, with corresponding united cool and consequent hide their cowardice behind the macho and insistence. It'll actually be a 'big girls' whine' just like it likely always is. No one lies like they do.
Psychopaths like to dominate. Need someone. Someone, and if that one can't fight back they'll just slot right in there. Usually an underling or a spouse, but in my case, a stranger. A stranger around town perhaps, but a stranger.
Don't forget there is a rather pertinent song to this, and three or four rapping blues helicopters and new riff work prior to this one.
And they are long.
They may be arguing that as 'givers' my
Lyrics
It started out today with these lines
down and dirty
done and dusted busted
by the phone for her bone
pick me over smack
telekinetic with frowns
100 ways putting down
blues out of my pain
no use all the same
flying as bully kings
making me think
wet ink
punishment not to face
before I went straight for the throat, so to speak.
About 5 p.m I guess, I didn't notice.
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