all stuff now on here

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a voyeuristic-sadistic idealization of the sexual relation

warpainty pincho by judith prietht

this happened whilst i've been teaching myself how to use ableton, i liked it so thought i'd share.

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I NEVER hear the word “escape”
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars,—
Only to fail again!

A Day in the Life of a Musician by Erik Satie

An artist must regulate his life.

Here is a time-table of my daily acts.
I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47.
I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14.
A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm.
Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm.
From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.)

Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm.
From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud).
I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm.
Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am.


My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin).
I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia.
I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself.


I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely.
When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me.


My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely.


I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly.
My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through.
Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.

"That was when I could still drink peppermint tea
straight from the boil without it burning my mouth.
I wrote out cheques for grandiose amounts,
and signed them in red ink.
Toto was playing on the radio the last time I spoke to my son,
well the last time he...

You know, I think I've never seen veins as pronounced as yours.
Can I touch them...really, I'm not being too strange am I...can I touch them?"

'sweet sixteen', it has too many notes - the kids need something they can rollerskate to

if drew daniel was a cosmonaut he'd be something made me jump

black metal hospital one