Nothing New

Mr. Magic - Magic's Message (1984)

Def Touch - Nasty Rhythm

Michelangeli - Debussy - Des pas sur la neige

Audubon was born in 1785 on the turbulent Caribbean island of Haiti as the illegitimate son of a French sea captain and his mistress.

ETHER TROLLIN'

Close Portals to Dimensions with Spiritual

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EMERSON LAKE & PALMER (ELP) - Knife Edge

yr biggest fan

SO YR A GUM-SHOE

YEAH. THAT'S THE BUNK.

I COMPLAINED.

I LOOK LIKE A GRANNY.

NO.

YOU LOOK LIKE THE FUTURE.

HAD ENOUGH OF THIS PAINT?

YEAH.

YOU GOTTA EXTRA CIGARETTE?

SORRY.

NO.

HOW YOU DOIN'? I DON'T SMOKE.

HE'S CUTE.

YEAH.

SO'S DYNAMITE.

HEY MISS.

DON'T GET MARRIED TOO FAST.

YEAH.

DON'T WORRY.

WHO IS SHE?

A SOILED DOVE...

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predator of dreamtime prisons

you are the only one who ever appears in full figure: your eyes, your beard, your belly...

everything is always in tact and unblurred by dream putty.

last night you were out to get me. torture me.

my stomach felt dread, dread, dread.

Over your broken smile, you watched me sideways with squinting,surgical eyes,taking pleasure in bringing me down and watching me suffer.

i shut the door to my room. i walked up the stairs and i shut the door to the forest that went to my room. i sat in a chair and looked out at the cool, wet, mossy forest. then you riled the party. from inside my house. i could hear them clawing at my bedroom door, 2 doors deep. taunting me. a mob of friends turned against me. laughing at me because i couldn't be in the same room with you. i opened the door from the forest to the stairs and starting chucking silver coins at every body. like the undead, they fought against coins,trying to get up the stairs, taunting me, ready to eat me alive.

I wonder if you still believe you left with the deepest wounds.

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W.Y.W.S.

Tomorrow, [real] color & a conclusion [maybe].

Part of the NEW PROGRAM: DON'T SMOKE, DON'T FUCK, JUST DRAW

Revolt in the Fifth Dimension

Woah...

"All suicides. Every last mother-fucking one of them."

"Well you haven't been a good date yet, so I don't see what difference it makes!"

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my grandfather's the one with the pipe and skinny mustache...

Bettye LaVette

Vintage Stuffed Duck Doll With Real Rabbit Fur

Thank you, Ring...

Drivelling Preludes (For a dog)

"The performance of an Art requires complete self-denial...
A true musician must subordinate himself his Art; ...he must place himself above human suffering; ...he must draw courage from within...and only from within."

-Satie

I have always had it in mind to write a lyric play on the following specific subject:
At that time I was taken up with alchemy. One day I was having a rest, alone in my laboratory. Outside the sky was leaden, livid and sinister - really ghastly!
I was feeling sad without knowing why; almost afraid without knowing the cause. Into my head came the idea of amusing myself by counting on my fingers slowly from 1 to 260,000.
This I did: and very boring it was. I stood up, took hold of a magic nut and gently placed it in a casket of alpaca bone studded with seven diamonds.
Straightaway a stuffed bird took flight; a monkey's skeleton ran off; a sow's skin climbed along the wall. Then night descended, covering up objects, destroying shapes.
But someone is knocking on the far door, the one near the Median talismans, the talismans a Polynesian madman sold me.
What is it? Oh god! Do not forsake thy servant. He is indeed a sinner, but is repentant. Have mercy on him, I beseech Thee.
Now the door opens, opens, opens like an eye; a silent and shapeless being comes nearer, nearer, nearer. Not a drop of perspiration remains on my quaking skin; moreover I am very thirsty, very thirsty.
In the shadows a voice is heard:
- Sir, I think I have second sight.
I do not recognize this voice. It says:
- Sir, it is I, it is only I.
- Who? comes my terrified reply.
- I, your servant. I think I have a second sight. Did you not just place a magic nut gently in a casket of alpaca bone studded with seven diamonds?
Suffocated, I can only reply:
- Yes, my friend. How do you know?
He draws near me, a gliding shadow in the darkness of the night. I feel him trembling. He is probably afraid that I may take a shot at him.
With a sob, like a little child, he murmurs:
- I saw you through the keyhole.

- Satie

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