Story behind the song
Song idea from 05 09 13.
I'm involved in a match of wits with psychopaths who have no sense of the meaning or images associated with words. Perfect weapons for a very vicious gang, very vicious and conceited higher command. Life is just a computer game, a none of their business murder. It's a hobby for them.
I don't actually know them. Perhaps in 1989. It's always, conveniently, 1989 to them. I have to deduce a campaign against me from other, less constrained, bully mates of theirs who yell at me from car windows, prank phone call and leave little messages. I think they think it might be a good idea to, absurdly, imply I'm a serial murderer. They obviously invented me, an innocent stranger, as an enemy in order to have fun and further their middle class ambitions.
The song is more a normality on my part I think. And the boogie I'm working on. I'm alone. It's just me and my family if anyone at all. There are hecklers nearby of course, painting their crimminal goodie two shoe fun at my expense and pain. I still have not a clue who they are. They'll be acting and lying their hollow heads off, in fact, every word uttered is likely to be some form of deliberate and calculated act or lie. Who are they? I truly don't know. There is a world of deliberate cowards out there that in turn support a network of other cowards of an interested party themselves. This much I can deduce. Entire world 'over there' will obviously never be anything to do with me, and I suspect they live in fear of their reputations should I be, inverted commas, rewarded with their names. My world would order a bus and ship the entire gang, even with disabilities, to several psychiatric hospitals for extended stays. It would be absurd to let them on a ward in company of each other, each needs a completely separate unit. That shouldn't be a problem. There really aren't that many gangs of the truly every one an impossible to be defeated psychopathic in the world, and God knows I hope that, whoever they are, they are not a uniquely Western Australian phenomenon. This song is just silly words and even kindness on my part, given what I suspect of their stalking intentions, not even justice on my part.
08 09 13 01, first today, because I'm forced, day 7006, to defend myself against giant cowards and stranger bastards incapable of silence faking a schizophrenia that doesn't exist and claiming a police threat without saying it to my face, ergo ..... temporary complaint 'superstars' blues.
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Twenty Cleverest Ways To Lie And Threaten Me Blue'd - character, business, property, sex, sexuality, crimminality, suspicion, pay, creative source, mental health, my mother, history, secretly, police, the list goes on ... they think of new lies so stunning its hard to string a coherent defense together.
"I must be special and belong around here if we are all The Phillips..." (them, whoever they are, no one else even think like that .. words are meaningless threats to them ....)
My allegation is that these psychopathic strangers invented me as the convenient everyone can see it has a story enemy (the smallest innocent stranger they could get away with .. and who the hell loves them anyway .. no one is telling their mothers right ...) so they could play pig boss boy (girl) distains with the sarcasm and power words around the cl
