The Sunday Musician

So, if the fear of blood is hemoglobophobia, what if you were afraid of the sight of blood?

Opto-hemoglobophobia.

What if someone showed you a picture of the sight of blood, and you were afraid of that?

Photo-opto-hemoglobophobia.

What if you were an itinerant bum, afraid of a picture of the sight of blood?

Hobo-photo-opto-hemoglobophobia.

And if you were a gay itinerant bum, afraid of a picture of the sight of blood?

Homo-hobo-photo-opto-hemoglobophobia.

Okay, so if someone played you a recording of a gay, itinerant bum who was afraid of the sight of blood, and you were afraid of that?

Phono-homo-hobo-photo-opto-hemoglobophobia.

What if someone played you an advertisement for the recording of a gay, itinerant bum who was afraid of the sight of blood...and that scared you?

Promo-phono-homo-hobo-photo-opto-hemoglobophobia.

And if everyone in the world had the above mentioned fear?

Global-promo-phono-homo-hobo-photo-opto-hemoglobophobia.

Have I missed any?