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The Musician's Day

An artist must organize his life.
Here is the exact timetable of my daily activities:
Get up: 7.18 am; be inspired: 10.23 to 11.47 am. I take lunch at 12.11 pm and leave
the table at 12.14 pm.
Healthy horse-riding, out in my grounds: 1.19 to 2.53 pm. More inspiration: 3.12
to 4.07 pm.
Various activities (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, swimming,
etc....): 4.21 to 6.47pm
Dinner is served at 7.16 and ends at 7.20 pm. Then come symphonic readings, out
loud: 8.09 to 9.59 pm.
I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I wake up with a start
at 3.19 am.
I eat only white foodstuffs: eggs, sugar, scraped bones; fat from dead animals; veal,
salt, coconuts, chicken cooked in white water; mouldy fruit, rice, turnips; camphorated
sausage, things like spaghetti, cheese (white), cotton salad and certain fish (minus
their skins).
I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with fuchsia juice. I have a good appetite,
but never talk while eating, for fear of strangling myself.
I breathe carefully (a little at a time). I very rarely dance. When I walk, I hold my
sides and look rigidly behind me.
Serious in appearance, if I laugh it is not on purpose. I always apologize
about it nicely.
My sleep is deep, but I keep one eye open. My bed is round, with a hole cut out to
let my head through. Once every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me
another.
I have long subscribed to a fashion magazine. I wear a white bonnet, white stockings
and a white waistcoat.
My doctor has always told me to smoke. Part of his advice runs:
--Smoke away, my dear chap: if you don't, someone else will.

Erik Satie

I need a camera and a job.

true story. shit is mother fuckin' kannon. weezy knows.

i wanna be paid in gold like ABBA.

casual dog

Dedicated to Alison Dougherty

I finally present kitties.  Sorry it took me so long.

kawaii bento/shokuji!