Story behind the song
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.
The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD
Sometimes Phillips The Robot has to control their conversation radio-head in order to make them tell the truth. Here is some of it .....
"Actually we get 'permissions' from Phillips's higher self."
"We always hated the UB bicycle robot, and it was a convenient street level to spy on."
"Remember we are always retrospectively better than the Phillips robot hobo little gay man, and that is not a psychopathic fake-out."
"We're not tough guys hiding our homosexuality behind a discouse of 'sorts', you know, a huge brave 'fight'. We're not trying to annihilate what the big boys are attracted to!!"
"We don't need to fool anyone. Come get an earful and agree it is love and not pain."
"We have easily ridden a man with a heart condition. Nothing happened. We're clean. Not hot. We're not one. We're not a Phillips. Promise. It's the robot's fault like, for two decades, continuously. And, because of that, he knows everyone in this world believes our unjustified hatred of him."
"The robot hurtie my bot bot a long time ago. It's true. Honest. Please don't make great guys like us face him!"
"Everyone wants to be with us. We're brilliant."
"The Phillips's are a hoot. What a joke for all us, and we get to be literate and middle-class!!"
"And actors and humourless and soulless and answer for everything vendetta to anyone who'll listen. Wouldn't work if he knew who or why!! I'm a big boy esoteric, and I've got a woman!!"
"We're spiritual hunters!!"
Let me guess. Pigs, in every sense of the word, can be cowards sitting on whomever they like, and their family, and, seeing as subjects are nothing to do with whatever is their work 'over there', they can say and disturb in any way they like, as words are meaningless, as is being dead weight serious, so long as all is encompassed by the divine mission, so long as that's a proof, of non-construed psychic brilliance of course, not necessarily actual proof. It is not required to know the victim and lies and consciousness rape are just something telekinetic pigs do, even if an entire decade of them.
"We are just little bully boys, standing before you, not standing before some reprobate I don't care to know 24/7, asking everyone to love us, as beautiful woman/women, so we can impress lots of big boy piggies."
"Men hide behind a single woman, whilst the woman hides behind several threatening men... brilliant!!! Best with it that the history of the State has ever seen!!"
"We'll be heros if we get the Phillips, whom we honestly don't want to be, to hate us as we don't hate him, you know, out of thin air, brilliantly audacious thin air."
"No one will ever guess the magnitude of our attack!!"
"We're not cowards. We're spiritual bigwigs!!"
"We represent love, not pain!! And we live in it!!"
"No one is power like our gang is!!"
No one.
Thankyou?
The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD while they whine for more love?
"The Phillips is forced to!!" (?)
A crow on the back fence by the Hills Hoist.
It had just found something to eat. Yesterday. Serendipity by design.
The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD
A vaguely erotic image for UB bicycle street level specialist backstabbers sitting on my name, with, apparently, guts and righteousness, and, apparently for my own 'own my behind' good, even though I have not a clue who they are, and never have or ever will, in a massive 24/7 not even slightly conceited gang.
That's power? But words are meaningless and I should listen to/or fear persons I don't actually know? Or just assume? Because they are better than me? And the incentive for powdering a pack of cowards' noses?
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