Um - yeah. There are a few naughty words - many apologies. This is a bonus track -- unless I can't think of a legitimate track 10. If so, then this is both the highlight and crowning achievement of the album, and I totally intended it to be.

O0o.

[parental advisory - I cuss once. Sorry. It won't happen again. Except on the bonus track, but I was cooking so I have an excuse in that case.] Grounded You Will Sit Anchored To The Floor Wallow In The Shit You Weren't Met To Fly No More…

I wanted to compose something that sounded like a real band improvising - the virtual bassist made too many trips to a virtual Dunkin Donuts before the virtual jam session and was virtually bouncing off the virtual walls of the DAW. The ghost…

Just as Dave McKean says sometimes you just need to let paint be paint, the same goes with sound. Sometimes you just need to let sound be sound, and not try and force it to represent something.

Melting Into The Floorboards Descending Down The Stairs Where I've Gone I'm Not Sure But I'm No Longer There And If I Use My Wings To Fly And Find Ultraviolet Dreams And Hope The Sun Still Choose To Shine On Shadowed Broken Things…

This one may evolve further. Radiation does lead to mutation. (If you want to remix it, go nuts.)

Mark Your Way Escape The Glow Of Yesterday Don't Despair Now There's Nothing Everywhere oh my god what have you done? a lifeless sky and crayon sun tried your best to reverse the hex failed so much on this second chance blind actor…

The earliest research into vaccines actually involved milk maidens, who got cowpox from the cows they milked, and couldn't get smallpox later as a result. Sample used (from Freesound) : 256994_afleetingspeck_singing-voice-3-octaves

cast aside the scenes you see I'll help you find your voice the future's fast as Doppler blurs but there always was a choice No Air Support The Sun Is Low Up In The Skies It Refused To Grow beware the talking screens they persist but…

You peer out from the diner and see nothing. The further out you gaze, the more dilated the light becomes, leading to an infinite band of seamless white nothing.

What kind of twisted infinity loop have you managed to get yourself stuck in? Time seems to weave in and out like some kind of Gordian knot.

The CB Radio in the corner echoes with an idle static, but something sounds peculiar - it's no noise you've ever heard before. There's something intelligent about it, like it's peering out of the speaker and looking right at you.

I'm not a trick of the shadows. You're the trick of light.

Well, it tasted like Creamsicle. Perhaps the giant radioactive insignia on the outside of the flask was meant to be a warning or something. After your sixth beer, you tend to ignore stuff like that.

You're hitchhiking, with no recollection of how you came to be here. A route with an irregular number has never been a positive sign.

Yeah - don't even think Houdini could get himself out of this mess. Ever tried picking the quantum lock on a wormhole?

Are you hallucinating again?

The waking dream ends before it began. Trailing off to quantum uncertainty.

On an elevator, we exist in a perpetual uncertain state between different floors.