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times are tough, so I’m selling this really aggressive gothic rock opera made in my early twenties called “Lost Flashdrive Collector”
it’s $1
if you like it, help me out. thnxxx

John Lennon - Gimme Some Truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
It’s money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

The Guest House
by Rumi

the dust brothers - this is your life
where you are now, you can’t imagine what the bottom will be like.
only after disaster can we be resurrected
it’s only after you’ve lost everything you are free to do anything.
nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
this is your life, good to the last drop. doesn’t get any better than this.
this is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.
you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
we are all a part of the same compost heap
we are thee all singing all dancing crap of the world
you are not your bank account
you are not the clothes you wear
you are not the contents of your wallet
you have to give up
you have to realize someday you will die, until you know that
you are useless
i say let me never be complete
i say may i never be content
i say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
i say you have to give up, evolve, and let the chips fall where they may

i wish i was the mother of an engineer to be
you make a bastard
will he row hard
will he row for free?
oh, isn’t it sad?
isn’t it the same?
pushing up the miracle
but the miracle is pain
i paid for the miracle but the miracles not in me

Title: I'm Sick Of Holidays Artist: Dustin Martian 12 plays

a demo i did from 2007

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Should Chelsea and all of society let go and go full psycho? This and more is rapidly pondered by CCP podcast callers and America’s beloved comedian in a reckless state of coffee and black mold altered-consciousness.

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Title: pay your dues Artist: Dustin Martian 52 plays

Dustin Martian - Pay Your Dues
i’m begrudgingly up in the morning dew
the brakes lock up, i look up, i’m in tomorrow’s news
just as quick as you can tie your shoes
just as quick as you can pay your dues
just as quick is the life you will lose
just as quick as you become confused
i’m chasing pills with an india pale ale and take a snooze
i cough it up, i never wake up enough to get a clue
just as quick as you can tie your shoes
just as quick as you can pay your dues
just as quick is the life you will lose
just as quick as you become confused

Dustin Martian - Hospital
even if they sew you up
i’ll leave you t-t-t-t-two
no matter how the doctors make a miracle now
i can’t even count the ribbon s-s-s-sutures
we can rip them out and head on back to the house
even if they give you back your clothes right n-n-n-n-now
they tell me not to get too close i’m standing st-st-st-st-st-still
i need to see you up and simply breathing a-ga-ga-ga-ga-gain
just to tell you that i love you
need to see you now-now-now-now-now-now

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28 – BLACK MOLD PSYCHO

Should Chelsea and all of society let go and go full psycho? This and more is rapidly pondered by CCP podcast callers and America’s beloved comedian in a reckless state of coffee and black mold altered-consciousness.              (pic via @dustinmartian)

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Blood on the Corn

Episode 57

Mayor Harmon and Guest Comptroller Goldthwait examine their own bodies, Dan’s drinking, Jeremy Piven, Bigfoot and their likely deaths by significant other. In D&D, the heroes continue to fight their shadow selves.

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