Greetings to you, my sweet, liquifying children of the earth.

It is I, D. Trust, and you are listening to the Duncan Trezel Family Hour podcast.

A radiant, obsidian pyramid rising above the sonic waters of the podcasting universe, blasting

out great waves of telepathic metaphysical sonic astral energy into the deepest part of

your third eye, causing your brain to explode with love gizz all over the chest, face, feet,

knees and legs of the present moment.

I welcome you into these great halls of glory and say hello.

All right, here it goes, pals, the big announcement.

I've been recording this intro since 9 a.m. it is now 9.21 p.m.

and this is it. I'm uploading this no matter what, but I've been trying to think of like some

perfect way to say it. Like I wish that I had the power to summon an angel to fly into my stomach and

put its mouth through my throat and into my mouth so that I could talk about this in a perfect

angelic, beautiful, poetic, sweet, glorious life-affirming way. But I don't. There isn't an angel

in my body. There's just a half a burrito and a kale salad in there, so I'm going to just like

use that to talk about, I just went through a breakup. A four-year relationship just ended

and you know, relationships don't end all at once. When a relationship ends, it's a form of death

and it dies like most things die kind of slowly and phases. But you know, it ended recently,

like officially it was over in New York, as I'm packing up my stuff. We did the final

matter exchange. If you've ever been in a long-term relationship or a short-term relationship,

you probably know about the matter exchange. It is an unrecognized ritual in the end of a

relationship where you give the final little bit of stuff that's congealed in your apartment

to them and they give the final little stuff of yours that they have and there's this weird

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