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Eyes drift open
The television babysitter
Cigarette smoking halo
Around my sorry lips
Someone take that mirror down
There's blood on my toothbrush
The bus driver meets your half-dead stare
Polyester air holes all around
Greasy window glass
Where someone's rest his head in shame
You think too much
Horses graze by the roadside
They don't know when their time will come
Rising up the hillside at one foot per second
Watch and wait while the seconds wander by
Slow motion girders
A concrete line
Cutting its way through the green
Grey clouds and shadow
A psychological echo
Just get to the safehouse on time
Haphazard greetings
And lumbar support
New-age screensaver
And a corkboard shrine
Peanuts in a plastic jar
How did you get to where you are
The photographs stare at you
While the fax machine whines
I let my fingers do the talking
Solving the problems of the world
I pick up the phone
But there's always no one there
A DTMF nightmare
Somewhere in my mind
An oasis of calm
Among the mental wreckage
And cross-circuited imagery
An island of serenity
With all of the amenities
Of a life I think other people have
But it's late now, too late
The deadline's passed
And you've begun to realize
That you've forsaken everything
You once held dear
Your prison is this chair
Inside this room
You can't escape the status quo
The picture mock you
But you can't turn away
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Also, I've opened up the beta version of The Perpetual Archive, which will feature a lot of free music from the old EtherReal days, and previews of the new material as well, with lots of freebies and bonus tracks. It's my hope that the PA will be a storehouse for all my music related thoughts, and give anyone who cares a bit of insight into my work.
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