Looks like Mr Nameless Voice is playing doesn’t it. He isn’t. I am. Songs for supper. Songs for freedom.
No rules in some circles. I always thought that was what morals, codes and the laws were for.
Same hecklers every day. Out-of-sight bullies. Never show their faces. I feel like a damn experiment.
I maid huge allowances for the fact that some people may have been misinformed or misguided.
Also called the hobo series. Attacking hobos is a sport in Western Australia. Just ask the bastards I’m with. I complain, no one stops their lies. I have a heart condition and the bastards using my name refuse to face me.
“He’s a white trash nigger.”
“Someone has to feed us continuously ……. its amazing!!”
“You watch his legs, I’ll watch his hands….”
A few pages from my not even slightly paranoid art diary, unless the people I’m been hearing about are now deceased. Apparently, ‘the policeman told them they could’. Golden girls. A ‘way’ they’ll say. To hear my version see robertemerald at links below:
Also, for more intelligent fodder and reputation war see below: