MONTHLY FREE SONG    GIVEAWAY PAGE    (For May 2025) This Month's Free Song: DANCES WITH DEMONS (Copyright 2002 by Charles Adrian Trevino) _________________ It's May, it's May, the lovely month of May!  And time for the third installment of the infamous Monthly Free Song Giveaway Page  from  chucktrevino.com.  It actually should be the fifth installment of the free song giveaway page, but unfortunately I have been under relentless attack, for some time now, by an entity that I like to affectionately refer to as the "insane simian anal-waste-product posse."  Blame them for your undelivered free songs, not Charles. This month's free song is one that I don't think I've ever given away for free, but I don't off-handedly remember, really.  You see, my memory has been rather ignobly "dis-enhanced" (my newest hyphenated term) by the notorious and dreaded Alzheimer's disease, which has been shown to be caused primarily by the toxic aluminum excesses perpetrated by the same above-mentioned, alarmingly well-organized organization of simian anal-drips (I already forgot what I affectionately called them in the last paragraph!), otherwise known as the ________ (ha ha!  See, I've learned a lot doing this dangerous expose work).  These very pleasant anal excrement people run _________ (and everything else too, it seems);  need I say more?  Dare I say more? Well, actually...  I do dare!  Especially since I no longer fear death, considering that these obscenely-monied devils from hell (frankly, I don't know how else to put it)  have already killed me, I believe.  Their disgustingly ignoble weapons of choice include toxic gasses disguised as incense, chimney smoke, cigarette smoke, lighter fluid barbecue smoke, and your-guess-is-as-good-as-mine smoke.  I not only get gassed from passing vehicles while riding my bicycle around my own now-dangerous neighborhood, but in my own room as well!  It comes in from every window, when I dare to open them (a risky proposition nowadays, thanks to my very "good" upwind neighbors across the alley), and/or perhaps even from hidden-away tanks located nearby.  It also seeps in through a little crack in one window that won't shut all the way when I do have to close them (quite frequently now, I'm afraid), and perhaps, as I have suspected for a long time, from devices nefariously installed below and above my room (no doubt by some creepy little crawling robo-spider thing produced by some ________ from his excellent new 3-D printer or something (God deliver us from these worms, please!).  To put it more succinctly:  I just can't seem to escape from these creepy little monkeys' toxic air-polluting attacks, whether windborne or not.  Most often these gassings are followed by an immediate throbbing headache, which I can only deal with through the judicious use of ice packs applied to all areas of my poor head, since I now have to watch my intake of aspirin and ibuprofen tablets, having already taken far too many in desperate attempts to get relief (WARNING:  your body gets addicted to them, and starts demanding more...  or else!).  This is a not-so-new phenomenon that I feel I must warn my fellow "non-insider" earthlings about, as it seems to be a quite common bioweapon-type hazard in use today (has been for some time now, actually).   Their other weapons include 5G EMF/pulses which can come from anywhere now, thanks to the FP's (fecal peoples') conscientiously-nihilistic "toxify everything" efforts  (it has already been publicly reported that the little _______ worms can kill you with an electromagnetic pulse, among other high-tech weapons, anytime they want to). So really, what's a poor tortured cat to do...  except keep giving away free music and music videos, backed by informative expose-style narratives that scathe, expose, and cut to the quick?  This is my only source of relief...  and a good remedy it is, judging from the heady, victorious feeling I get every time that I do it, whether in pain or not.  And I am quite proud to say that I've been kicking the bad 'uns evil, sorry asses going on seven years in a row now, on my longest running website (my 2000 and 2007 websites I abandoned after only a few months online, due to overwhelming circumstances).  In fact, I may even have caused them more damage than they have dealt out to me in that time!  However, I do believe that my chickens have come home to roost, and the game is just about up now.  Some mean (and jealous) people are probably gloating about all the mean punishment being inflicted on poor little Charles, for having the gall to "tattle-tale," yapping away at a criminal organization (frankly, I don't know how else to put it)  that can kill anyone dead, anytime they feel like it now.  But some things do need to be said, and some good people really do deserve to be warned;  also, my Good Friend Upstairs (God) keeps on giving me warning signs that amount to this:  if a Seer (like Charles) can clearly see what is going down, and fails to even try to warn his brother about said evil hazards, then his brother's blood is on the Seer's own hands when his brother falls victim to the very devil's various traps and enticements.  I got that notion after reading the Bood of Ezekiel (King James Bible), and it is all starting to make perfect sense to me now.  Why should God continue to help me, if I don't help my poor unseeing, unsuspecting brother?  And God really does help me, I know this.  If he didn't, I wouldn't still be able to type these words of warning, or do anything else for that matter;  I'd be dead.  This abuse has been going on for many decades now, but in the past has mainly been psychological, although I have been beaten up physically by these creeps in the past.  Another failproof tactic of theirs, which they are exceedingly expert at, is to get you unemployed and keep you that way (mark of the beast!).  Also they seem to be quite fond of attacking my poor old car... alas. And yet I continue to nobly struggle onwards, in the face of the evil satanists' below-the-belt tactics, hurting, but still nobly pressing forward, kicking away smoking time-release bombs that land directly in my path, like some noble and fearless Napoleon Bonaparte!  Ha!  What Glory us noble martyrs know! Actually, I've become very fascinated by the much-maligned and lied-about Napoleon Bonaparte, and all the good things he tried to and did accomplish, while fighting the combined forces of greed, ignorance, jealousy, paranoia, and skillfully planned "Terror"  (i.e., mass-murderous civil disruption disguised as revolution)  which was ingeniously perpetrated by the very same devils that are ruining life for everyone today (as I said before, I just don't know how else to put it).  And after sorting through various obviously biased biographies of the great man (some of which actually pretended to be pro-Napoleon while doing the hatchet job on him, a common tactic with the satanists), and choosing to absorb the meticulously researched 1971 biography by Vincent Cronin (definitely not a biased hagiographer)  cover to cover, I must honestly say that I've never read about anyone quite as heroically couragous and noble as Napoleon Bonaparte, the best leader France (and maybe the entire world) ever had, and probably ever will.  In fact, I would like all and sundry to refer to me henceforth as "Little Napoleon," or maybe just "Lil' Nap," if you think the former too pretentious;  and yeah, I do realize that I'm going to get gassed for this, big time.  Such is life under the devil;  they say it's his world, and the only escape from these evil bad 'uns is through death... and then only if you've been a good laddy (or lady)!  If you haven't, and you give in to the devil's more destructively evil temptations and rewards, then you've pretty much had it, I figure;  you'll probably be reincarnated to the very same kind of crap world you helped to ruin, after you die...  that's if you haven't hurt too many people, in your evil quest for absolute control!  But if you're a major misery-profiteer, like the business insider scum that have taken over almost everything that was meant to be good, and turned it really, really bad, you'll probably go to the real hell...  and I must say, I feel sorry for you sick disgusting bastards.  You see, I believe that I know this "God" guy very well by now, and can confidently tell you this:  He doesn't like bad apples, rotten tomatoes, business insiders, or daily beasts walking around in human form.  So sorry! Actually, to be truthful, I don't feel all that sorry for the aforementioned shitbags;  after all, I'm only human.  'Scuse my french there. Click the link below to download your free song: Dances With Demons Click here to go back to Index Text copyright May 2025 by Charles Adrian Trevino.   The song "Dances with Demons" Copyright 2002 by Charles Adrian Trevino.   Viva Lil' Nap!  (and Big Nap also).   This is chucktrevino.com.