he said yeah when i was in college a college degree meant something it was an accomplishment now its like a frekkin hs diploma glad i spent four years trying to stay straight enough to get a grade
now my boss is like
oh well if you get your masters
like every other tom dickhead and harry
we d keep you on even give you a raise
great
a degree in what i asked him
oh it doesnt matter
now what the fuck is that
so i should take some online course in art history or someshit
my boss ll pay for the b pluses and over under that my wifes foots in my ass cos i dont have five beans a credit
he had retired for the third time and this times sticking says he i asked his wife how he was doing and she has him building chestnut cabinets around a newly decorated den complete with ginormous flatscreen
sounds like hes working harder than when he was working says me
oh she said hes still goes fishing alot he went out yesterday and ate the bluefish he caught for lunch
smiling all the while i imagined
retirement is a good thing i noticed gonna have to get me some of that one of these days
the new chain on the saw rips through the seemingly so soft bark of the immense hemlock i pray was on its last leg
i see how the woodwasps and carpenter ants are having their way with the elder statesmen slowly but terminally chewing on its hard wrought stature
i cant take credit for its majesty its pin straight spine its eager and sprawling limbs reaching higher and farther to absorb the light
i cant take any credit for its strength to siphon trickles from the stingy granite and send the precious drops forty or fifty feet above my puny head
i can only take credit for its thundering crash and the fact that it lies suddenly silent at my chainsaw nerve jangled hands to reborn as heat and light this winter like so many winters it took with stride
poured a bit of gas into the back of the carb not choke or anything turned the key to prime the electric pump the om pump burned long ago fingers crossed twist the key
barummmm all stinky sweet eight cylinders chugg slowly at first some ancient dragon wrestled from its century long slumber
it percolates in the drive blowing blue smoke from a gasket unrepaired until it hums a gentle rumble
perhaps it is a bit like wings off a fly that uncontrollable stare into the faces near the ambulance but
ill be damned if that bitch is gonna leave me just yet
My Opera
september scorches 
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Friday, September 3, 2010 10:10:09 PM
clipped the leads
onto the battery
and plugged in
the charger
shes been asleep
too long
time to awaken the beast
sorry
ninetwoten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Friday, September 3, 2010 10:36:03 PM
he said
yeah
when i was in college
a college degree meant something
it was an accomplishment
now its like a frekkin hs diploma
glad i spent four years
trying to stay straight enough
to get a grade
now
my boss is like
oh well if you get your masters
like every other tom dickhead and harry
we d keep you on
even give you a raise
great
a degree in what
i asked him
oh it doesnt matter
now what the fuck is that
so
i should take some online course
in art history or someshit
my boss ll pay for the b pluses
and over
under that
my wifes foots in my ass
cos i dont have five beans
a credit
maybe ill take up something i like
like a masters in fat drunk fukker
shit
id ace that
i nearly beered out my nose
sorry
ninethreeten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Saturday, September 4, 2010 12:32:50 AM
he had retired for the third time
and this times sticking says he
i asked his wife how he was doing
and she has him building
chestnut cabinets
around a newly
decorated den
complete with
ginormous flatscreen
sounds like hes working
harder than when he was working
says me
oh
she said
hes still goes fishing alot
he went out yesterday
and ate the bluefish he caught
for lunch
smiling all the while
i imagined
retirement is a good thing
i noticed
gonna have to get me some of that
one of these days
sorry
ninethreeten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Saturday, September 4, 2010 12:39:02 AM
i was recently alerted to this quote
a beer enthusiast friend of mine enlightened me
quote
sometimes when i reflect on all the beer i drink
i feel ashamed
then i look into the glass and think
about the workers in the brewery and all of their
hopes and dreams
if i didnt drink this beer
they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered
i think
it is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about
my liver
endquote
~ Babe Ruth
sorry
ninethreeten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Sunday, September 5, 2010 3:54:55 PM
the new chain on the saw
rips through the
seemingly so soft bark
of the immense hemlock
i pray was on its last leg
i see how the woodwasps
and carpenter ants
are having their way
with the elder statesmen
slowly but terminally
chewing on
its hard wrought stature
i cant take credit
for its majesty
its pin straight spine
its eager and sprawling limbs
reaching higher and farther
to absorb the light
i cant take any credit for
its strength
to siphon trickles
from the stingy granite
and send the precious drops
forty or fifty feet
above my puny head
i can only take credit
for its thundering crash
and the fact that
it lies suddenly silent
at my chainsaw nerve jangled hands
to reborn as heat and light
this winter
like so many winters
it took with stride
thank you
sorry
ninefiveten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Monday, September 6, 2010 7:04:55 PM
poured a bit of gas
into the back of the carb
not choke or anything
turned the key to
prime the electric pump
the om pump burned long ago
fingers crossed
twist the key
barummmm
all stinky sweet
eight cylinders
chugg
slowly at first
some ancient dragon
wrestled from its
century long slumber
it percolates in the drive
blowing blue smoke
from a gasket unrepaired
until it hums
a gentle rumble
perhaps it is a bit
like
wings off a fly
that
uncontrollable stare
into the faces
near the ambulance
but
ill be damned
if that bitch
is gonna leave me
just yet
insert
evil dr frankenstein laugh
sorry
ninesixten