Sleep well...

Come back from your trip and trip on what you came back to.

EYE

erased everything that ive written on this
and now im writing this
with no capitalization
or punctuation in this

the 2 things that i wrote before this - i had to save
i had to wrap my head around what i was saying
or TRYING to say

so i saved it
i saved it
it saved itself so
that i can
write more on it

it will be much more
much more than this
because i what i hover over is
not THIS
but the things that i think
the things that you miss

and sometimes what i save
is sososo
much better than this

so i save it

I want to fist bump you with (SNIKT!) extracted Wolverine claws or fist bump you with Incredible Hulk Hands.

the worst thing that i could do is be with you
the worst thing that i could do is start golfing
the worst decision that i could make is to not be with you
the best decision ever that i could make is to continue to not golf

Part of my other job is writing shit like this...

***** ******* Interview Questions

Let’s talk shoes.

Give me old school or current celebrity crushes, and why?

If you were going to be a TV show – what would it be?

A movie that you wish that you played a part in?

Fashion mistakes?

Last best meal that you just had?

Song in your head right now.

Underrated band.

Overrated band.

Last book that you read.

You get one week for a vacation in The United States – vacation.

International, Where?

Why are you going to Hell?

Why are you going to Heaven?

What do you do well?

ADD?

Describe yourself in High School?

Do you do your own laundry?

I’m eating almonds and am going to open up a bottle of champagne while I write this. It just started to rain. I just opened up the bottle of champagne. How does this make you feel?

If you had one thing to carry in your pocket for all time. Only this one thing. Not a wallet or a cell phone or keys – what would it be?

Catcher In The Rye?

What teen-idol are you?

Frank Sinatra/Dean Martin/Jerry Lewis

Last person that hung up on you?

How do you know me?

One word about you.

Two words.

Your epitaph?

You wind down at home after a lot of work – what’s that like?

What do you love about what you do?

Three best friends. Explain. Why?

If you would dress me right now – like, you’re my fashion guy – what am I doing right? What am I doing wrong? Do you want to trade clothes?

One book to carry with you to take on a desert island. One book that you’ve always wanted to burn.

TV, magazines or movies always. WHY?

Buying a girl something very expensive. What would it be?

Innocent or diabolical?

Phone or texting?

What’s a gentleman?

What’s a lady?

What’s fatherhood like?

Last vacation?

Aims?

How well would you fare in a zombie apocalypse?

If the 13 year-old you would tell you now something now – what would he say?

Star Wars?

If you were a political figure from the past or the present?

What bugs you?

If you could ask one question to you, twenty years from now – what would you say?

Favorite movie. Not Scarface.

Getting tired. Time for sleep….

I was going to write something EPIC

but i just started sneezing

Walking around in my backyard...

Looking up at the chemtrail Kanjii in the sky.

Time's passing.
You are too.
All of you.
In and out, back and forth.
Sometimes here for a while.
Sometimes never to be heard from again.
I'm still here.

I think.

Every Night For Years. Written By Kevin Malone. Filmed by Evan Schiefelbine.

About 3 years ago I bought this Tomaso Albinoni record that skipped on a five count halfway through a song. I liked the idea of something that looped...organically?

So I'd been wanting to use it for a couple years but couldn't find the right place for it. So I had this lil' idea that I put together as an experiment of sorts to explore the repetition in skateboarding - trying the same thing over and over and over...and how that relates to some things....

--- Evan Schiefelbine

All we ever heard was the same record playing over and over again. Was it the little old lady who played it or the rarely-seen, dumpy-looking son? Every night, exactly at 8:30. A skip in-between to flip the record over and then the music continued. Every night for years.

One night, there was no music. We checked our watches, glanced up at our clocks. The neighborhood slowly trickled out into the street. Murmurs, whispers, nervous glances. Why wasn’t the music playing? The front door opened. The dumpy-looking son walked out, wiped his eyes, shut the door quietly and shuffled down the street.

We never saw him or heard that record again.

--- Kevin Malone

Fat Free Milk A

Another day or
Another year
Another beat of the heart is 
A-Okay
A bad relationship
A working relationship
An unfathomably-hard-to-believe-how-good-it-is relationship
A certain amount of
Ak-ruh-moh-nee-uhs NESS makes sense
And I hope to continue to make more sense of this nonsense before my
Absence...
...
..
.