I'm fighting cowards wanting to be famous 'intuitives' all day. And I haven't a clue who they are.
Apparently I'm struggling against a no books upon their shelves famous divine Bod Dylan woman men who are also claiming to be psychic policemen? If I wasn't me their extraordinary gooey 24/7 hate me would have......
Wacky animation sounds. Fun. Work in progress, but my tired strings are doing sounds not usual.
Bit different. Not much. These are notes before I take the denigration seriously. A sort of shot across the bow. It will be ignored. I don't know them at all. A ghost ship. A shot across a ghost ship's stern.
Standard defend myself not guilty blues, hobo style. They, whoever my nameless unknown to me detractors trying to be my spiritual biggies 'nanu nanu' are, will say its all disreputable influence. They are full of it.
May be temporary, not that anyone cares!! Hobo blues as I pretend to be an ancient American 1920s robot. The below futuristic Ethics Of New Robot Consciousness And Its Import On Mankind In The Future only involves those who recognize what saying
Straight up woke up this morning blues with a dire feeling of being abused by persons unknown behind closed doors. I want it to stop. Cowardice and lies may not be an issue for them, whoever they are, but I have a right to fight it.
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
This is badly done and a bit confused. 06 03 13. One of three done in succession. It's about a poor little girl whom solves half her problems by making them about someone else. A 'Thankyou Girl'.