DEAR MRS RACCOON

that is
jesse stephanopoulos*-east lansing**-fucking sick***=a good balance****.

*soooo i guess it has been shared in a real life dirty gritty kind of way last night at the daac. and some more fun jams.
**back to school. classes start monday. moving in sunday (or later today now). maybe some friendliness maybe some noise for sure jazz band audition at 5 definitely no computer=i suppose i will have to find intelligent ways to spend my evenings for a little bit. but back labor day weekend for june madron/ben and bruno/hot tapes/clear days always at 6th street bridge park on saturday and realicide/captain ahab/these are powers/bah at the daac labor day/
***ive been pretty close to dead the last few days/today. no sleep thursday night+horrible cold+so much going on=blah.
****the good of the past few days minus the bad leaves me pretty alright.

Posted by sam at 12:50 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

storms and power outages and late night naps and colds and cardboard creativity = no way im ever sleeping tonight...

fuck.

go
again
someday

how about the couch with a little b and b

Posted by sam at 3:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

so here i am.
tonight is going to be my last shift at notos and im called in two hours early.
funny.
the library is across the street but its only open until five.
so here i sit.
i grabbed a little something something to pass the emptiness from 5-6.
the dark sword trilogy: volume 1: forging the dark sword.
funny.
i just had a very awkward encounter.
i ran into someone i met a while roaming the aisles.
we made eye contact.
i said nothing.
he said nothing.
we didnt even acknowledge the fact that we knew each other.
no nod no smile no wave.
but maybe we didnt actually know each other.
funny.
right?

a few minutes later.
im overwhelmed by a bad perfume that is flooding the room.
im in a trancey tiredness.
just kind of floaty.
i have 12 minutes left.
still funny.

11 minutes left.
the most awkward voice ever just came from the ceiling to give a fifteen minute warning.
10 minutes left until the computers automatically shut down.
it was the woman that works at the desk in the young adult section.
shit.
funny.

8 minutes left.
i feel sick.
ill get it over it though.
i cant wear contacts anymore.
i stopping.
they have been fucking with my head in a paingiving way.
back to glasses i guess.
funny?

7 minutes left.
my foot has fallen asleep.

6 mintues left.
the voice just came back from the sky.
10 minute warning.
the computers will automatically shut down in 5 minutes.
goddamn.
her voice.

5 minutes left.
the suspense is killing me.
will i get be able to get in that 1 minute left.

4 minutes left.
yes.

3 minutes left.
the race is on.
fuck.

1 minute left
funny.

Posted by sam at 4:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

is life in a bowl...

this frog* will supposedly outlive everyone of us.













































*sister was watching the little one while her friend was away

Posted by sam at 11:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

plus or minus a few, can all fit on the rug in between the couches. yes.

apparently, a pack of 100 comes with 1 longy and 99 fatties.

a bag of balloons and a bowl of hummus make these hot days so enjoyable.

Posted by sam at 5:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)