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Charles Adrian Trevino's for-sale music, videos, and other digital materials are available only at the following web address: https://charlesadriantrevino.shop Charles Adrian Trevino presently owns three domains: chucktrevino.com (the one you are now reading); charlesadriantrevino.shop (where you can go to buy my digital goods), and charlesadriantrevino.com (presently inactive, but blank page appearing on internet). In spite of what you may have read, seen, or heard elsewhere, Charles Adrian Trevino does not post or sell anything, including writings, music, music videos or photos, on any other internet medium such as Youtube, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, nor on any other merchant platform such as distrokid. Any such postings that may appear were not placed there by Charles Adrian Trevino. IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU, HERE... ALWAYS!! Thank you very much. |
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COMMENCING JANUARY 2025, CHUCKTREVINO.COM WILL BEGIN MAKING AVAILABLE FOR FREE DOWNLOAD EVERY GOOD SONG HE HAS EVER RECORDED, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER, APPROXIMATELY ONE PER MONTH, WITH OR WITHOUT HELPFUL NARRATIVES. STAY POSTED! 
Salutations again, fellow earthlings, from good old Charles, that affably sagacious, ass-bitingly humorous and inexplicably long-lived Herald of the Apocalypse! Hearken all ye troubled souls, for the herald angel of the night sings out in the despairing darkness, lighting the paths of righteousness for all lost and demoralized travelers of time and space, and issuing dire warnings to anyone susceptibly receptive to his depressing apocalyptic revelations... not to mention his fearless exposes of the lurking predatory spectres of gloom, doom, boom, and maxoom! Maxoom? Ha ha, just jokin' again... On a more serious level though, let me just say this (cough, ahem): from the seasoned perspective of a wizened, sagacious, but still somewhat optimistic Seer (i.e., a person who can still see things clearly through the glittering glare of high-tech tawdriness that seems to have blinded everyone else), I would venture to say that the times are not just a'changing... they are being torturously bent and twisted below and beyond the outermost limits of sanity, not to mention exceeding the limits of what used to be known as good taste. Yes, it seems that the winds of change are being artificially goaded into a maniacal, hurricane-like maelstrom which threatens to redefine traditional concepts of what is and isn't naturally appropriate and acceptable to a natural born son of that everloving benefactor (when she's not pissed off as all hell)... your friend and mine, good old mother nature. How's that for a poetically apocalyptic opening statement, eh? Ah, but that is nothing, my children. I could go on and on like that until the saints come marching home (if the saints even know their way home anymore, with their Alzheimers-fried brains). Yes, I can just picture all of those excellent sainted prophets bravely marching, blinded by the non-light, but still bravely plowing ahead through the darkness of moral confusion and cultural degradation that our satanic overlords are now raining down upon us. I'm speaking of the cruel havoc that the obscenely rich, snortingly awesome dragons of Eden incessantly wreak upon mankind, as they fearsomely snort and growl us all into a state of cowed submission... that is, when they're not too busy giggling their silly little butts off, those fearsome dragons. Yes, I could go on and on, but... Uh oh; I smell some weird odor in the air again... and once again, I feel an instant headache coming over me (don't laugh, it's going to happen to you too eventually, if you're not one of those "bizzy insiders"). Perhaps maybe I'd better ease up a bit with all of this poetical waxing about our powerfully snorting giggling overlords, as they do seem to have been gassing me especially hard in the past few weeks... months, I should say... well, actually it's been a few years now that they've been snorting at me, while gassing and 5G'ing me slowly to death (go ahead and laugh, you've earned it for reading all of this self-pitying grandiloquent bullpoop). And oh, did I mention all of the butt-smoking lackey/idiots whom the absolutely livid tobacco industry creeps (I heard that they had to shut down most of the 7-11's in the country, because no one was buying their stinking cigarettes anymore, ha ha!) keep paying to hover over me whenever I have to go out anywhere? These asinine jerks get rewarded generously for constantly hovering upwind of me wherever I be, puffing away like little chimney stacks, the eff-ing losers, which prompts me to say this: something really should be done about these godforsaken ghoul-fools, who have been handed the right to legally smoke us all to death, along with their own idiot selves... especially as we are now living in the age of "You are going to get covid again... and again... and again..." (to borrow a verbatim quote from that gloatingly prophetic American news agency known as The Atlantic). And when one comes to realize (as I have) that the stinking cancerous cigarette addiction, the lab-created Covid bioweapon viruses, and the friendly but diabolical mainstream news agencies that gloat so gigglingly about our present misery are all emanating from the same satanic source, then the various pieces of the insane jigsaw puzzle start to form a more recognizable picture. Some of these lowlife morons quite obviously live in a state of arrested emotional development (they stopped developing somewhere around the age of three or four, I would say). For example, take a look 
at this bad USA Today picture of RFK, Jr., and then read the caption below it. Could you be blamed for concluding that some emotionally
retarded, geffschidt-mentality idiot forced the poor marionettes at USA Today to publish this on the internet? Then when you consider
just who, and what RFK, Jr. really is (the most active opponent of the mass-murdering big pharma devils we've got, and a true-life hero that risks
assassination every day attempting to reverse and heal the chronic illness epidemic that the satanists have brought upon us with their toxic
food and vaccines, among their other nice gifts), it should be undeniably apparent to anyone with even half a brain what is really going on here...
and just what kind of retard is behind it all.
And just look at this obviously altered picture of Charles that the abovementioned puppets published on the internet; is that outrageously not funny, or what? Needlessly, I am lividly incensed, not to mention righteously indignant about all of this hit below the belt, kindergarten-brained lunacy that our reptilian little baby overlords love to indulge in. Just look at what they did to me!  Ha ha! Just jokin' again; I "photoshopped" that picture of me myself, just to prove a point, at my own expense as usual. Please note and appreciate, however, that I have kindly abstained from mentioning any specific ghoul of the autism-causing vaccine industry, or of the satanically controlled, out of control Alzheimers-causing aluminum industry (ALCOA, etc.), or of the irrepressible fluoride industry that just loves to dump its intelligence-lowering toxic waste into the nearest public water supply (which is far easier and cheaper than degrading it into smaller, less dangerous components, you understand). Nor have I mentioned any one ghoul of the absolutely sadistic 5G industry, you know, the ones that can't seem to make up their insane minds whether they should continue murdering me slowly with their 5G EMF's (electromagnetic fields), or whether they should just off me in one fell swoop with an electromagnetic pulse! FUN FACT: After I warned my readers that the satanists could kill anyone they wanted by remotely causing their cell phones to blow up in their faces (just one of their numerous, humorously sadistic feats of valor), the mega-worms somehow made it impossible for me to turn off my own cell phone, as I had taken to doing every night out of abject terror... what awesome shock and awe power these worms yield! As I've implored many times before: God help us... please! At this point, however, I would venture to guess that neither God nor the satanic nihilists themselves even know what it is they want. I mean, just what the hell do you guys want, to fornicate with a robot or something? After all, they made it look so appealing in that old 1980's movie Blade Runner, with that very appealing honey, Rachel the Robot (can't say that I blame poor blade runner). Oh well, at least that way the satanists wouldn't propogate their foul, slimy genes anymore... can't impregnate a robot, as far as I know. Knowing these creeps though, they'll probably find some other way to do that. But that's not really what I want to talk about (or even think about!) right now. What I want to talk about is my new online store, at the domain name of charlesadriantrevino.shop, and just exactly what trouble I may have gotten myself into here. All the same and whatever may come, I am still very proud of even having gotten it up and working, considering the seemingly endless maze of obstacles that have been expertly laid down in front of the "non-insider" aspiring small businessman. In fact, one might well wonder why someone like Charles, who makes big-time, bigwigged enemies at a rate heretofore unheard of, would even try anymore to start any kind of business, be it digital, brick, or hot dog stand. Also one might wonder, if one has ever read the Book of Revelations in the King James Bible, why anyone at all would want to be one of those "mark of the beast" merchant/shopkeepers; if that biblical tale is even a little bit true, it sure looks like a hazardous endeavor, this dirty mercantilist business, even if you're "in good" with the Infernal Revenue Service, or whatever that IRS acronym stands for. Isn't Charles afraid of pissing off God and His angry avenging angels by putting himself on the old "fly now, pay later" plan, like all of these evil cabalist devil worshippers have done, the poor demented fools? I'll tell you why I'm not afraid of all of those big bad, pissed off, death-sounding angels so terrifyingly described in the book of Revelations; it's because I am most definitely not one of those lucky "business insiders," and never will be! I consider that producing my own songs and music videos, as obnoxious as that sounds these days (thanks to the ridiculous excesses of the creepy entertainment industry), and trying to unload the same onto you, my adoring fans (heh heh! Just jokin' again) for a very reasonable price, does not mark me with the sign of the beast! Therefore, all of that scary (petrifying is a more appropriate word for it) punishment stuff that I read about in the Bible is just going to sail harmlessly on by me, right? Right, God? (I sure do hope that I'm right.) But I must wonder... just what kind of unlucky merchant is going to reap all of that bountiful vengeance? Mightn't it be some of those movie mogul starmaker guys? You know, the ones that force their actors to light up butt after smoking butt in every other scene of their movies (some of which used to actually be worth watching), in order to subliminally influence (brainwash) their gullible customers into buying those stinking little carcinigous pieces of... um, feces that they call tobacco? (Be polite, Charles.) Maybe not. Maybe the avenging angels might not even notice them, since those creepy starmaker rats are angels compared to their buddies in the pharmaceutical industry! Hats off to the incredibly courageous MAHA warriors like RFK, Jr., who would surely have gained the approval of Napoleon Bonaparte himself, were he alive today (alive in the flesh, I mean; Napoleon Bonaparte is of the immortals). Oh, that reminds me... QUICK NOTE: I have decided to stop trying to be real bitchin by calling my new "rock symphony" that I've been yapping so incessantly about (which is titled "Bonaparte the Honorable") a symphony. I am finding that attempting to conform to classical categorizations is really cramping my footloose and fancy free rock and roll style. It was an interesting idea; I especially wanted to exploit some of the mood-altering characteristics of the classical symphony, such as the reiterations of certain themes throughout the entire piece of music, a powerful musical tool. But as I said, I just can't hang with it right now; too restricting for what I want to do, which is to honor the spirit of Napoleon Bonaparte with the best music I can come up with. Maybe I will get around to trying to write (produce, I should say) a "rock symphony" later on, if I live long enough... but that is looking highly doubtful at this stage of the game. I do plan on putting all webpages pertaining to my rock non-symphony project in a separate "Napoleon" portion of this website, so that none of my praising accolades (he deserves them all!) will vanish from this website per my changing moods and webpage uploads. I will be adding many more webpages pertaining to this very inspiring figure from the past, Napoleon Bonaparte the Honorable. Also, having seen that I've already made some careless mistakes concerning dates of events and things, I am hereby promising not to rely on my poor dwindling memory anymore. I will be double-checking any such things in the future before publishing, so that our detractors (mine and Nap's) won't be able to use those little errors to try to negify my truthful statements. I am also considering giving the entire musical project away for free (as I too often do) in spite of selling it, because... As of this date, October __, 2026, I have yet to make one single sale of my poor unwanted music! Can you believe it? I can, because I never thought that I would make one single penny off of this venture in the first place. The sad truth is, even if I sold a million "records" (which would have set me up for life, however short that may turn out to be), I don't believe that my cruel wealthy enemies would ever allow me to receive any profits from it... that's how powerful these huge retarded apes have become. If anybody out there actually did buy my music, I thank you very much for your kindness, as well as your excellent taste in music, and I hope that you enjoy it enough to play it many times over. But I myself have never pocketed one cent from my little venture, except for the one item that I bought myself, to see if everything worked o.k. (it did!) However, I am not one to be easilly discouraged; my online music store at the domain of charlesadriantrevino.shop will stay hopefully and poignantly up, until one of the following occurs: 1) I die! 2) the saints come marching home; or, 3) those angry angels in the Book of Revelations sound off and destroy all of us merchants, would-be or otherwise (let God sort 'em out, as those angels tend to say). Actually though, No. 1 and No. 3 sound like sort of the same deal. Ah, who cares anymore, anyway? Not me. I wake up each morning now only by the grace of God, my good friend... and I thank Him every morning for that grace! So be it, as the stoics say. Nevertheless, here's another free music video for y'all; it is titled "For Sunset People." It's one that I previously gave away some time ago, in the summer of 2021. The backing song is titled "When Galaxies Collide" for your copyright information; both the song and music video were produced rather quickly, which I sort of regret now; maybe I'll go back and re-do both later, in my old, old age, if I live long enough. I sure hope that I do! Hope you do, too. Good luck to all, and remember to take your Vitamin D3 to build up your immune system! Beware the satanists! Bye for now. Click the link below to download your free music video. For Sunset People - A Music Video by Charles Adrian Trevino CHARLES ADRIAN TREVINO'S SONGS AND MUSIC VIDEOS ARE NOW AVAILABLE FOR SALE AT THE FOLLOWING WEBSITE ADDRESS: LINKS TO VARIOUS PAGES ON THIS WEBSITE: Please note: some of the songs and music videos offered for free download in the past are no longer available through the embedded links, but can be purchased through this website. However, a few of the links are still productive. Click around. Click this Link to go to: MONTHLY PRESENT PAGE - AUGUST 2026 Click this Link to go to: FICTION PAGE - VIGNETTES FROM A DREAM Click this Link to go to FICTION PAGE - CARLOS & KATRINA Click this Link to go to FREE PRETTY BIRDS SONG PAGE Click this Link to go to FREE ADVICE PAGE Click this Link to go to some OLD 2021 WEBPAGES Click this Link to go to the FREE KNIGHTMARE SONG PAGE Click this Link to go to the EXTREME WARNING PAGE Click this Link to go to the FREE SONG PAGE - ROLL A SUCKER Click this Link to go to the SURVIVAL GUIDE NO. 2 PAGE Click this Link to go to the SURVIVAL GUIDE PAGE Click this Link to go to the SCARY WORLD PAGE Click this Link to go to the FREE ALL LIVES MATTER SONG PAGE Click this Link to go to the FREE GODZILLA SONG PAGE Click this Link to go to the OPINION PAGE Click this Link to go to the WORLD PAGE #3 Click this Link to go to the COMBO PAGE Click this Link to go to the FILM REVIEW PAGE Click this Link to go to the FREE MUSICAL LECTURE PAGE Click this Link to go to the WORLD PAGE #2 Click this Link to go to the FREE SONG PAGE Click this Link to go to the ANOTHER FREE SONG PAGE Click this Link to go to the YET ANOTHER FREE SONG PAGE Click this Link to go to the ANOTHER FREE MUSIC VIDEO PAGE Click this Link to go to the POETRY PAGE - JOHN KEATS Click this Link to go to the POETRY PAGE - BAUDELAIRE Click this Link to go to the POETRY PAGE - RIMBAUD Click this Link to go to the OLD 2018 WEBPAGES
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