So who here wants a mortgage. I was reading the Village Voice the other day and there is an interesting series about being young and in debt in america. it stated that most college grads end up paying off a "mortgage" as a result of their college years. Of course this is between those lovely student loans, and the credit cards we all signed up for to get a t-shirt or a mug. A mortgage. the other day while watching tv a commercial struck me very funny, it was about this guy who, well, was being portrayed as making it in america. one of the criteria he offered as a benchmark of being successful was a mortgage. Yup thats how i would like everyone to know i have made it, being in fucking debt. well if thats the case, by golly i am already there. of course not in the upper strata of debtors. luckily i am still in the small pond. On a brighter note I did meet a beautiful girl from London this past weekend. saturday nite to be exact. At a block party in Long beach. it was funny though, i was supposed to be in VA Beach for DMB. oh well. anyways.

how PROUD the grandparents are
as their progeny stand beneath rockets red glare
the children play oblivious to our world

driving through new jersey on summer nites, its no wonder bruce and bon jovi had such good material to write hits with. its a different kind of place. of course anywhere in this general area is. i guess i have a slight obsession with the east coast because of the mystery of it. one might not think there is any mystery but you can feel it. warm summer nite time parkway reflecting lines leading you through the salty sea fog that drifts in and fills your head. it keeps you here,the ocean, the dirty city,the worn sidewalks where the feet of hope and desire lust death poverty disease have walked and worn their lives into the permanance of the city .but while doing that i have this desire to see the west, the newness of it. oh wow, how strange a special on the pacific coast highway with George Foreman. i wonder if he has his grill on the trip with him. oooh they are showing bridges....i love bridges. especially now that i have a sunroof. something that i don't think i could really ever live with out now. well anyways..its a special about the pacific coast highway. something that amazes me. though i think i would probably get into an accident as i would be craning my neck to see everything, suck up everything with my eyes. did you ever wish that you could just take pictures with your eyes? or print out pictures from you memory. any of you tech guys reading this (which probably is nill) get on that ok. well its time for me to get typing on my old monster before going out for a evening of drinking in long beach. have fun all, hopefully i will get to catch up with you this weekend dee.

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cry out your tears
quench the bouquets of sadness and hope
love lites 'pon your brow softly