Tuesday, February 28, 2017

DUDE!

I haven't seen you in a while! How are you? Are you well?

Dude, like - seriously! How are you?


Tuesday, December 06, 2016

NEED

draft


Nasal strips
SAM-E
Blackout curtains
A soft eye mask
Background noise

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Impressions


Jimmy Stewart
Goofy
Scooby Doo
Scrappy Doo?
Scooby Dum?
Shaggy
Casey Kasem
Lion-O
Panthro
Tigra
Snarf
Popeye
Bluto
Mickey Mouse
The Cowardly Lion
The Scarecrow
Jim Backus
Mr. Magoo
Barney Fife
Clarence Whorley
Drexel Spivey
Mr. Pink
Jack Kerouac
Allen Ginsberg
William Burroughs
Gandalf
Johnny Carson
Dean Martin
Jerry Lewis?
The Dark Crystal
Perry Como
Walter Winchell
Walter Cronkite
The Beatles
Johnny Depp
Animal
A goat
A bored bartender
A bored mixoligist
A bored waiter
Somebody from the faculty bored
Krusty the Clown
Moe from Moe’s Tavern
Hank Hill
Pee-Wee Herman
Cartman
Bullwinkle
Rocky
Mr. Burns.
Smithers
Carl Sagan
Guy Feirie
Tim Gunn
Negan
My Mom
My Dad
My Brother
The Proclaimers
Andrew Lincoln
JFK
RFK
Generic Lisp Guy
Gloomer Generic
Yogi
Boo Boo
Tape Face
Hector
-->
Mongo
and more to come!

Monday, November 28, 2016

“If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water."


"If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing that has them. They are not a sort of prize which God could, if He chose, hand out to anyone. They are a great fountain of energy and beauty spurting up at the very centre of reality. If you are close to it, the spray will wet you: if you are not,, you will remian dry. Once a man is united to God, how could he not live forever? Once a man is separated from God, what can he do but wither and die.”

C.S. Lewis

Sunday, November 20, 2016

EXPLORATION 2017. THE FUTURE IS NOW.


“While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert...that as long as a man's heart beats, as long as a man's flesh quivers, I do not allow that a being gifted with thought and will can allow himself to despair.” 
― Jules VerneJourney to the Center of the Earth

Thursday, September 29, 2016

“Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead.” ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea


I've had this thing for a long time. A long, long time. About/kinda/sorta for 14 years.

That"s a long time.

It's been a dumping ground. Like a playground.

It makes me cringe to read a lot of earlier posts/years.

But, it still stays.

This thing.

This blog does not display a particular verbosity or any amount of insight or intelligence to screen capture, forward, share or get naked to.

Yet, I'm here. Fat Free Milk is here. We're both still here. Older. Hopefully a tiny bit wiser, but still a beautiful mess. Like a dorm room. Like laundry. Like colors on your fingers, hands and arms after painting.

The thing about this beautiful mess is that it's something that I've created. It doesn't define me. It's not a reflection of what I can do, what I can write and not a fraction of my Dalai Lama/Unicorn hybrid soul that I can't properly show you because of my care for your little cocktail onion corneas.

I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE, KIDS.

I've been here. I guess I had no choice anyway. I always knew it. If I ever said that i was smart, I was young and stupid to say it when I did. I'm not going to say it now because if I say it now - it'll make me look dumb in the future.

I HAVE BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK, LOVE.

I own THE FUCKING BLOCK.  It's mine. MINE. I did it. Good or bad. I learned, I cried, I failed and I tried/just.now.rhymed.

I am 41 fucking years-young and can gut and filet this mortal coil better than you can.

I am 41 fucking years-old and need your help, love, hugs, encouragement and spirit.

I HAVE BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK, LOVE.

I want to be here.

I want to stay more, k?

K.

Me and this thing.

I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.



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“Inner-freedom is less about feeling good and more about learning to develop a healthy and harmonious relationship with the variety of emotional states you're likely to occupy over the course of a lifetime.” 

― T.K. ColemanFreedom Without Permission: How to Live Free in a World That Isn't

Sunday, September 11, 2016

BB
















Hi

Hello

Like You

Love You

Happy

Scared

Confident

Holy Crap

STOP

Holy Crap

DO THAT MORE

HEY

I Like You

Please Be Kind Because

I Want This To Continue

I Do

THIS

Yeah that

Just NOT ALL OF THAT OTHER CRAP

K?

K.

Love,
K.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Fat Free Milk LIKES...


Smoking when drinking
Tiny houses with genetically-engineered Cockroach/Mastiff front gate security guardians
ESB Han Solo googleplex
Cacti
JB2 Pulse speakers
Scrub Jays cackling in backyards
Tiny pin-wheel things placed in front yards
Nerd-themed, bad-odds Vegas slot machines
Coconuts, baby
Conditioned air
Honey Bees
Honking at people that you don't know when you're driving by
Your poetry book that I don't want to buy
My poetry book that you don't want either



Constellation mobile phone apps
Nephews that act like you even if you're a distant uncle
Cars that you get into that only play classical music. ALWAYS

Easily-forgivable-now-not-important-at-all-arguments
Stephen King
A microphone and an audience
Being able to make a fire better than you because, you suck at it.
Handshakes and high-fives
Spotify playlists
Making you laugh
Pickling and canning fruits and vegetables
Epsom salt baths
Earthquakes
Champagne
Batman
Making martinis
Scars with stories attached
Running on a treadmill
Bacon bought from a deli
Lavender
Fancy tie clips
Raccoons
Halloween

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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Sometimes it takes a little bit of effort
to make things go far.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

I BLACKED OUT TONIGHT


you were all crazy
mad
sick
gross and
wanting
eyes-crossed and
disappointing
your bright eyes
became baby ghosts
dying, shrinking and
vanishing in seconds
but it seemed to me
like eons
my time with you tonight
seemed so
so long
so damn long
I feel sorry for all of you
the lost flock tonight
but
when I see you again
when you see us again
I hope that our nights are much brighter
enveloped
shrouded
muchmuch better

If you can't be good by yourself

ZEN
LET'S
BE
AMAZING
TOGETHER

Saturday, January 23, 2016

WWLloydDoblerDo


Tonight's date...
was
so-so
love and like is flimsy
micro
alpha
radio
and
gamma rays

You're great,
LOVE(s)
you really are
but not
Today
and not
Tomorrow



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Wednesday, January 06, 2016

Heterochromia iridum

My eyes are two different colors.

sorta
kinda
slightly
one used to be blue
one's dark brown
one's lighter

but through the years
the lighter eye is slowly overtaking the darker one
slightly
in tiny-slice-of-pie-pieces

so
I think
that before I die
that my eyes will be lightlight brown
before
my body's in the groundgroundground

and by then?
would I care?
and did you ever notice?
besides when the sun
would strike me
directly in my eye(s)?





Monday, January 04, 2016

So Much 2...


write about
and 2 little time
2night
let's not make this a habit
let's not make this a thing again
2night lets pledge or
at least
make a loose promise
2 write more about

what 1 wants
what EYE want
before everything goes away forever

before it's 2 late