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The epic I promised. 09 02 13.
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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!
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Blues • Acoustic Blues
Author
Robert Ellery Phillips
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Robert Ellery Phillips (robertemerald)
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February 12, 2013
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MP3 10.1 MB • 96 kbps • 14:39
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The epic I promised. 09 02 13. ..... Wait a minute. I didn't promise anything. The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD Dangerous: Of the people attacking me, likely claiming they are not.... Playing God. Never tire of it. Massive jealousies. Never stop it. Can't not say. Love saying anything foul. Cannot be told no. Never. Has NEVER happened, 24/7, in a decade. Will likely lie that is not so. Someone's lazy community obviously allows it. What's the problem? Scared that I should know their names? Obsession. No one hates the way they do. They believe being policemen, with woman thrown in, allows it. When convenient not one, of course. A gang. Never not in it. Toughest gang police thing is a crock. Corrupt to the cows come home and then some. There is nothing I do that they release me from their mockery. Silence for them is impossible. Want to be the biggest telepathic break them pigs ever and they are trying to dump on an innocent man, me, who's done nothing but correct the entire time, I even made allowances for their strange and the fact they are strangers to me. They'll say anything because they are too scared to face me. And end it. These are things that are now in my never basket. Nothing legal or proper about them. The fact no one has asked me if I actually do know them leads me to suspect a really evil in-house soiree. Same for their exactly then-same mates. And the b*** es. Cooler than me no doubt. It's a soul suck. They are the Kings Of Lucifer's Gold. It's a perfect murder for them. I'd know. Ever word is a stab to death. They thoroughly enjoy it. Wouldn't miss a minute. Ask them to prove otherwise. Want me so as to be a little bit loved at all? I wouldn't give them time of day and given the opportunity, if revealed, I'd immediately spit in their eyes. They love the violence of mind I can pump from running. They interpret food. Ignored my heart condition. Twice. Deliberately lied to all to make me into the town joke. Conceit falls out of their ears. Believe themselves a ruling elite of Perth, and above civil liberties or ordinary decency. Way above cowardice. Cowards. Brilliant at dressing up their hatred as love. Anyone believing that has very little likelihood of meeting my family through me. Innocence they need. Guilt is no challenge. Any, any, defense they manipulate to equal guilt. Minds are generally a blank save for will and murder. No imaginations, nothing original, a huge party line, soulless, emotionless, save for acts, loveless, merciless. Perfect weapons for some sort of bastard. Sick need Daddy consciousnesses, any Daddy, enemy or friend. Suspect always have been. Actually trying to get famous off my dime. A game? Couldn't read a book instead? No. They didn't and won't. Deliberate dead weights. May be lying they are not. Anyone abiding with that is part of the rape me conspiracy and good luck at God. Tone attitude demeanor. It's rich with no possibilities and suits their inherent cruelties. Never tire of hurting another man, in this case myself, a stranger, and causing pain. Scheming to 'emerge from me' as middle class, no longer the bullies they are. Suggesting a program to me, but not to my face of course, in fact, not anywhere. In fact, it's just something they say. As they have no real case their alternative is to be, to fake, on par with me, through clever spying and psychics. Another of their preposterous cruelties. People seem to allow this!! I still have no idea who they are. Hairdressers?
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09 02 13
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