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Rush is always first. Before any other album finds the shelf, their albums are laid on top because they were always there for me. Then the other important ones: Pain of Salvation, Porcupine Tree, and Steve Vai. Always the artists who cared. Pain of Salvation was there when she left, when Remedy Lane seemed glued to my stereo from the moment she sent the final message. Lightbulb Sun came later, just to remind me. After the “Big Four” comes Fates Warning. A bitter memory stings as I slide Awaken the Guardian into place. I bought it one of the first times we were out together. Ayreon is next. S
Three WeeksThree Weeks 3/11 I could have only hoped that my children would live in such a place as our beloved city of light. However, this age is passing, and in its wake is a military state. I woke up this morning to find armored personnel carriers rolling onto empty corners, unloading black cloaked soldiers to sun baked streets. They are the Soldat Ov Svart; the city guard; The Caisint Svart. No matter what they call themselves on a day to day basis, it's unpleasant to see their shadowy forms tromping through my roads. I'm surprised that it's begun so quickly. Getting to work will be a chore. As will everything else fromThree Weeks
SleeperIn the morning wake While you dream A mist grows upon your arm Streaming down from your faceSleeper
When you took the call In the eve Ever inconsolable You came back in from the cold
There upon the bell As it tolls You will write the names of those That you lost in your private war
Did you ever sleep in the arms of your lover While she tries to weep about a life that is over Does the memory pool in the back of your mind With a fools regard for the passing of time
Did you ever feel the strange return Did you ever see the m
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In a concrete corridor lined with steel there was one wall where the only discernible features were four combination dials, arranged in the shape of a box. In the middle was the door handle, with three arms reaching for the floor and ceiling. Finally, a plastic keypad with shimmering orange buttons was framed beside the wall. Victor sauntered toward this fortification under the glow of dimmed fluorescent lights, straining under the weight of the tools strapped to his back. He was dressed in gray and white, his tie loosened and top button undone. His jacket was draped over his arm, a
A Moment 
Fear
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See You Space Cowboy. (all Cowboy BeBop fans will know what I mean
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I am an art patron, not an artist!
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"I've still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind"
-Dax Riggs-
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If you knew the number of the steps you would ever take, bitter I wonder: would you run or cease to walk?
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See You Space Cowboy. (all Cowboy BeBop fans will know what I mean
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Cheers,
BP.
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