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Absurdity blogger, podcaster, graphic designer, firefighter on roller-skates selling tacos in space, audio hobbyist trying to piece together an offering for the Gods, the mobs and anyone who will listen. Seeking inspiration from folks who have submitted clips under the Creative Commons 0 License. I think that movement is a pretty cool thing. I feel everybody and their empty, growling stomachs though too. I hope that I can take part in what this community has to offer and find a way to make decent amounts of money. Not so much money that people are going to look at me and think I'm gross, and selfish, and full of money like a money-pinata - but more like, benevolently flush with tip-dollars for all the hard-working, unrewarded artistic masses out there, living in a gutter somewhere, with tuberculosis and a strong heroin addiction. People that are just plain feeling blue, because they've been playing too much of the blues, or because they watched an axe murderer kill their family in front of them, and the only thing that has brought them comfort in life is their piccolo that they play on a street corner, all the while praying that their life begin to resemble the beautiful notes of their flute and not the axe-murdering, blood-horror reality it actually is. Thanks for doing everything you do, everybody!