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Thursday, October 4, 2012

All is quiet

Maybe it's the weather, the heat just cooked the fuck out of all of us. Tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, eggs from the girls were all done under. And I can't blame them, who the hell wants to shit an egg when it's over a hundred. Day after day, the thermometer rose and with little falling back too.  Of course there's nothing to global warming, shit no.

Now though, the high with its murderous sweltering heat has left. We are grateful and slept with the doors open and the A.C. turned off. No worry of the Muslim Brotherhood attacking us at night, they're still out planting bombs.  House of Crime is quiet too. In fact, I'm worried. Not that we'll be murdered in an Armenian bloodbath but that someone somewhere is. Mean Queen at the Palace has been pleasant, waves when she is in her car and I'm out front. Daddy has yelled his last yell at the Hispanic workers getting shit pay to cover the earth in cement. Why do they do it?

The Jihad Party Boys in back had one hell of a party a few months ago. Lots of clap-clap songs and male bonding that they love doing. Hermit Witch came out once asking for Wally. I gave her squash, cucumbers and tomatoes to NOT put a curse on our house. At least this year's payment wasn't eggs and flea spray that it was last year. Flea spray, it's like what? You need flea spray and eggs? Okay, I have flea spray but does a witch need that? They like fleas, I always thought. They've been biting her, she said, from someone's cat that they had left her. Yeah right, it couldn't have been payment for a dismissed curse could it? Eggs, here, flea spray there, and familiars from everywhere--witches are strange that way but I like them.

Village idiot is truly an idiot. He lost three families already. He lost his car, his trash cans and I think he is losing his voice. His opera tenor voice. Maybe he's growing balls for the first time in his life. And next door to him, Lady of the Forest has been gone for a very long time. Someone is in there, they don't go there much but someone is in someway in there and I think a male. Drag Queen next to her shakes her booty now and then. I think she is on a road trip, some big-ass motor home came  by and picked her big ass up. She'll be back after chasing the fleet.

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