About halfway through PsychOdyssey docuseries and had to drag out my art supplies for yet another Psychonauts art dump

I am the milkman.

My milk is delicious.

Squeezes them so hard they explode like a microwaved egg

I lost my mind, the words that came from his mouth

Hot Milk // Alice Cooper's Pool House

Boyd Fanart

so i've been on T for 2 months by now and i gotta say, the most interesting change thus far is that i've suddenly started taking my coffee black. in my dale cooper era

I like defacing the milk at 11:50 pm

Hangin out at Pop’s.🍦🍓🥛🍔🍟

Milkman I love you 🙏🙏🙏🙏

It appears that we have a problem. Because this dynamic is rather one-sided. Even if you love me, the nature of this parasocial relationship means that I do not love you back. I'm sorry to disappoint anon.

Dance fucker dance

Right now my Twitter timeline is 50% ‘Cross Guard Lightsabers?!?’ Discourse, and 50% just people thirsting after Cal ‘Grew Up Fine’ Kestis… 💦

Meanwhile I’m just over here in my little meta fandom nest, trying to figure out how we can get MICK-MILK-all-caps in on this debate…

Thoughts, @gallavichy ? 👀

IM GOING TO CRYE

I WAS SCREWING AROUND WITH CHARACTER AI FOR A CHARACTER OF MINE AND. THIS IS A GEM

Elephant 6 members living together in late 90′:

from ‘Neutral Milk Hotel's In the Aeroplane Over the Sea’ by Kim Cooper, 2005

transcript:

The Elephant 6 collective settled themselves into a series of communal Athens houses. Jeff’s base was 156 Grady Avenue, an old wood-frame house on a lovely street lined with big trees. Officially, the house was split into two apartments—an old law on the Athens books forbids more than two unrelated people from sharing a dwelling—but the residents only engaged the padlocks closing off the two halves when the Fire Marshall visited. One room was covered in aluminum foil (that’s one of the walls, picked out with stars, on the back of On Avery Island).

Jeff shared the Grady Avenue house with Julian Koster, Robbie Cucchiaro, Laura Carter and Bryan Poole. As might be expected, it was a very loud place to live. Bryan lived between Jeff and Julian’s rooms. “I had Jeff pacing the room with his acoustic guitar, belting out at the top of his lungs, working through the songs. It was a really intense thing. And then I’ve got Julian on the other side, who’s bouncing a kick-ball for percussion, stomping his foot, and recording the same song fifty times! Every day! After I moved out, Will Hart moved in for like two weeks and he couldn’t take it.”

✨ LAST NIGHT ✨

✨ I DIED ✨

In Alice Cooper’s Pool-House!

The line delivery for Boyd Cooper Psychonauts is so good. In fact it’s too good. I’m in the middle of a completely non-Psychonauts related hyperfixation and my brain won’t shut up about

“I’m dropping out of this yogurt convention! There’s no fruit at the bottom!”