Hello dear friends and thank you for tuning into the Duncan Trustle Family Hour.

It is with great reservations that I play the following song.

I consider it to be one of the most satanic anthems ever performed for human ears.

It is a song that has within it a philosophy that if you follow it it will drag your life into absolute and utter oblivion.

If you're superstitious, if you're super stoned, if there's any part of you that easily falls prey to demonic influences,

then I recommend that you stop and just jump ahead to the interview part of the podcast.

Because this song can infiltrate your being and crush your life.

It can fill your brain with the maggots of life, maggots hissing lies.

It can fill your brain with maggots that lie in vomit, more lying maggots that dance around the inner corridors of your brain,

infecting every part of you with mediocrity.

You've been warned.

I will now play this evil anthem in three, two, one.

Tomorrow, Bet you bottom dollar that tomorrow, they'll be sunny.

Just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow till there's none.

When I'm stuck with the day that's grey and lonely, I just think of my chin and grin and say,

tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

That song is a recipe for destruction sung by an imp cast out by her parents because they wanted to be in the present moment.

And all she would do is bellow out that siren song, inviting them to start worrying about what side of the rock they're on is facing the star at orbits around.

Here's J. Krishnamurti's response to little orphan Annie.

The future is now.

We are the past, right?

All our memories, which have been recorded in the brain, all that we have done, not only 50 years ago but yesterday,

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