The House Of Crime Reveals Itself

Forget the Vamp and the goon that plays with old dead Aunt Thelma. It is none of those but something far more sinister, more deadly. I was worried about the Muslim Brotherhood next door. They've been gone a while, though someone in a burka is about, dumping trash or eating it. They evidently have finished making the bomb and are now planting it. I think the location is quite far. They left on Wednesday after street cleaning and the Greeters car is still there. They are terrified of being ticketed, which means they'll have to be back by this Wednesday, a full week. They were once ticketed and it totally freaked them out. The Muslim Brotherhood is on  a budget of sorts. Cheap, almost as cheap as Mean Queen and Daddy fresh off the boat from Israel. And that's another thing.

Workers were over for the past few days, I don't know what the fuck they had them do, other than locate any dirt and cover it with cement. There was fighting and crying going on. Over what, who the fuck knows, on either side they talk in Middle Eastern gibberish. "Here put these pebbles in your mouth and talk so the fag next door can't understand you." I'm sure that's what they do. They talk English, not well, I mean don't throw a curve in the conversation or they'll think you really do throw babies out with bath water. "Crazy Americans."

But across the street it was all revealed. Now, here is what I saw and you tell me. The trash is all gone, taken by city employees in a large truck. They took every last bag and then later dumped off new, brand fucking out of the bag new, trash bins. There was nothing wrong with the old ones but the new tenant has all new ones now. That leaves out cold dick and dead pussy eating. The vamp would have rats, they love rats for some reason, rats love vamps, so it wasn't any 'cleaning of the coffin' type shit either. No what happen was the new tenant came out. Big fucker. Big mean mother-fucker with a bad-fucking attitude and that means killer. Cold blooded killer for a mob and by the looks of him and the hood, Armenian. They have one of their churches up the street. Crawls with Armenian mafia on Sunday and all the holidays, and there are a lot. If they aren't doing a holiday it's a mafia funeral.

This dude never cracked a smile, he got in his Beemer and took the fuck off. He had the 'Gotta Kill' look. I'll be sure to give this dude plenty of space. I suspect cops soon. A big fucking shoot out that will make the O.K.. Corral look like a sand fight.

If the Muslim Brotherhood doesn't blow us the fuck up, the Armenian will have us all gunned down in a blood splattered mess. They did it to a restaurant not that far away either. Blew the shit out of everything and everyone. Us fags are deep in shit now.

The House of Crime

Okay, I'm still not sure who or what is living in there. At some point in the day their side of the street was lined with trash. Obviously from the House Of Crime, some of the trash is cardboard boxes from the moving. That leaves out vampire unless the vamp has a slave and doesn't everybody need one? I could use two myself. Very likely, though I couldn't bring myself to look, they are corpse users, for the better half of the trash is white plastic bags, tied off, scattered in the gutter. So typical of body dumpers to put arms, hands and legs in plastic bags and leave it to float out to sea at some point. It's Dexter all over.

My neighbor, right across the street, a nice family, except they seem to like birthing a lot for all the kids they have but hey, I'm not contributing to overpopulation so it all works out somehow, they have this shit in front of  their house and it takes up over half of their parking. Bad sign.

It's pretty obvious what the House Of Crime is up to. Blame the hood neighbors for all the strewn guts in the street. And get this, any trash left out, is picked over several times a day and if the street urchins don't take it, then it has to be body parts and all the fucking bags are still full.

I hope they had a good ole' time sticking their dicks in cold pussy pate' or butt-holes assessable on both sides. I think they need a better disposal idea though, they're a little rough around the edges because the city's trash collectors only take the shit in the city's trash containers. They don't get out of their trucks and throw fucking body parts in plastic bags in the truck. They stay in the cab and push levers to do that shit and the truck only takes the city's containers, green for vegetation, blue for re-usables, black for body parts .

I bet you anything, they are Oklahoma hicks with a body fetish. A deranged version of Deliverance and they don't know that here in fucking La La land you don't put used parts in the fucking gutter in September because the rains are months away. Has to be hillbilly mule skinners with a kink.

The House of Crime Has A New Tenant

They moved in before the weekend. I'm not sure though it's a they. It could be one person. I don't know if they are male or female but they could afford a moving company that moved everything in one day. A car has been parked in the driveway since day one and has yet to move from that spot. The trash cans are all full and not a peep has come from the house.

I think this time it's a murderer and who ever is in there has a body that there taking a part or boiling or some other heinous degenerate dead body booty going on. That or Vampires. I have looked at night, being a light sleeper and some time in the early morning someone that was helping them had parked their car in front of the house but when they left it was early morning, pre-dawn. I'm thinking vampires or sick dead body orgies.

The windows are always closed no matter who is there. Why have windows? Are shades that attractive? Who has a carpenter put in a window so it can be covered up? Okay, at times yes but during the day in the living room you let light in unless you're doing nasty things with dead things or a vampire.

I'm really hoping vampire. I can deal with that and they don't take victims nearby, because it will tip off the location. The neighbors all nice-nice when there's a vamp in the hood but ten miles away? Not so good. But if it's humpty dances with people without a pulse, than that's something too fucking weird even with this hood. We have the Muslim Brotherhood next door and they don't take that kind of shit in the hood. Us fags next to the Brotherhood are one thing, but necrophilia? Even the Jews from Israel will toss stones on that one.

I'm going for vamp until proven otherwise.

The House of Crime

Mean Queen and Daddy have settled down. They now keep their trash on their property and they have no workers to order around. That's because people who work for other people like to get paid and Daddy likes them to work but not so much on paying them. The workers left in the middle of the day in an uproar with Daddy and Mean Queen yelling at them and they have not been back since. The Palace grounds are filled with rubble and stone stacked here and there, the job of pouring concrete on all the land only half finished. Their Holy days beginning, they have no place to march the palace guards, if they had any left, or hold court.

The Muslim Jihad Warriors had a party where there was English spoken by some of the guests. We suspect the English speaking guests were there for dinner for as the night wore on, we could hear claps of glee and then silence. We suspect they tortured and then ate the the English speaking guests one by one because later in the night there was only the babble of Jihad Warriors and no English was spoken again. Meat of some kind could be smelled from their barbecue. The remnants of the dead English Speakers I'm sure.

Across the street a red sports car shows up at the House of Crime. A woman stays there, only during the middle of the day and greets prospective renters. Never at night for the House of Crime is filled with spirits of criminals. They are housed there from the gas chambers and electric chairs that they were once fastened to. It waits patiently for the right lodger. The one that will awaken them and relive their lives of crime. The house wants another murderer, another killer to cozy up to and shelter. You can feel its intent even from across the street.

The Big Squeeze

For two weeks the Palace has had workers. Ordered to pile cement blocks they're digging out to replace with more cement, the workers placed the broken concrete on our property. Right next to the garage in a large stack. I asked how long are they going to be there and that they will be removed. Some Israeli contractor they hired that puts up settlers home in the Gaza strip  said, "Not long."

"How long is not long?" I ask.
"Tomorrow.'
Tomorrow was a week. Okay, I'm not going to blow a gasket over it and the workers used the parking area in front of the garage door to park their car, I'm not going to shoo them away, they leave by five and figure their not going to keep parking there. Then Daddy comes over with his so called free paint proposition, it's really to make his property look bigger and I'm not going for it. Once you paint redwood you're stuck with it. And redwood ages beautifully, way better than shit-brown paint.

The other night a car is trying to park in the space right in front of our garage. I'm watching and who ever is driving can't seem to maneuver very well, it takes them several attempts. Then they stay in the car and I'm wondering what in fuck are they doing? Later I hear arguments, Daddy next door knows who his is and they spend half the night arguing in the alley. It wasn't until eleven that night that they left.

Now, Daddy and Mean Queen are parking their fucking trashcans right in back of our garage. What the fuck is that? So I take their god-damn cans and move them on their fucking property. I hope the Israelis have a good idea that the Queers of Gaza aren't taking that shit. Let a fucking Israeli start taking over your property and they'll move a whole god-damn family in on you.

Fuck you pushy Jews of Israel, eat shit.   

The bomb making Muslims on the other side are  coming in late, leaving early and pulling bomb parts out of their ass to assemble in the garage. What the fuck is going to happen to the Queers of Gaza? Stay tuned.

Trailer For Rent And Rooms To Rent

The Taliban next door are bringing in bomb material through their back doors, as in stuff up the butt. Swear to Allah, there has been a lull in their activity. Late night arrivals and the garage door always, always has two cars parked so close to the door, shit couldn't slide by. Not the same cars either. They switch and there are always new cars for a while before you never see them. The Greeter is all you see. When you go over to be fucking American neighborly The Greeter is there to see you. Greeter has been in our house but we or I have never been in theirs. Ever, even standing there with produce in hand, they don't want eggs, just the tomatoes. Okay, their from Iran, the Iran Taliban Jihad Warriors building their fucking bomb don't want fresh fucking country eggs.

On the other side is Mean Queen and Daddy. Fresh off the boat from Israel they have themselves a palace, of sorts. What is it with the cement? See anything where a plant could grow? Cement it. Cover it in rocks and cement and then pick your fucking neighbors tomatoes by reaching over on a ladder to get them because you don't have earth. You have cement. He just fucked some Hispanic workers out of a day's pay. I know because I heard the argument. Daddy asked if I wanted the worker to paint my fence shit brown like he just had his. Fuck no. I like redwood. I know he has never seen a fucking redwood tree, they're in California but what the fuck would someone care about the beauty of redwood when cement drips from their ass?

We are the Gaza Strip. Fucking queers in La.La land with chickens, dogs, cats, parties and bicycles. Pinned between the Taliban and the Jews. What the fuck happened? Not that I feel squeezed. Fuck no, not that, just because their both fucking crazy on each side. Why would I feel squeezed?

Then across the street the House of Crime is still up for rent. They come, they go but the house is waiting for a criminal. Someone like the last two that needs guns, sheriffs with bullet proof vests and fucking bazookas for rifles before it will rent.

What this hood needs now is a load of black drag queens to take charge. They'll clean up this shit pronto.

Return Of Hugh The Jew

He was back after the Labor day party, full of visions of the Mexican Monkey's wife, a beautiful young woman from Switzerland. He wants a girlfriend, he wants to fuck and take her out then fuck some more. Hugh the Jew is a very lonely Jew.

We sat in the backyard drinking wine, smoking pot and him talking about how he can't forget Sheila. "She's so beautiful," he would say and then pick at something on his back.

He is always picking, scratching, snorting and rubbing something on his body. But this time, he was in earnest of scratching his back. It's a strange behavior, as if he could use a flea collar or bath but at one point in his lamenting no women in his life and digging at whatever was on his back, he  managed to finally gouge something off. It looked like a chunk of skin.

He was about to fling it, the size of a dime or penney, before I yelled and asked, "You are not going to fling a body part of yours into the patio where I  or someone could step on it! Are you?" I ran, yes ran into the house, grabbed a tissue, antibiotic ointment and a bandage. I didn't yet look at his back but had a feeling it didn't look good.
 
It wasn't, after I had him place his flesh part on the tissue, wrapped it and then threw it in the trash, I looked at what in hell it was he had taken off. There on his back was a bleeding wound. A deep gouged out portion that was a raw wound from whatever in hell he removed and scarred lines of scrapes from his fingernails. The entire wound was about the size of an man's hand, with the epicenter a meaty exposed area devoid of skin. That part that covered his body now gone and in a tissue in the trash.

I dressed the wound. Placed the pathetically small band-aid on the worse of the wound that wasn't able to stick because of the course hair that grows on his back. (Let me add here that Hugh definitely looks much  better with a shirt on than off. And I really wish he would keep all his clothing on even though I'm gay) When done, I sat down and asked him this question.

"Do you pick flesh from your body when you're trying to pick up women?"

"Of course not."

I don't believe it. The wound was apparently caused over a period of time and I've seen him nonchalantly peck at himself every time he came over. It was something he always did and I asked again.

"Do you think that scraping flesh off your back and tossing it to the ground is a good idea when trying to impress women?"

"Of course not."

"Is it me then? You come over here to scrape your flesh raw while telling me how you can't get a date because, if that's the case, please start thinking of me as woman trapped inside a fat man's body."

He went back to snorting, rubbing and talking about how he needs to find a woman for his life. And I'm sure he does. I'm sure a woman would beat the living shit out of him the first time he scratched and threw on her clean floor some body part of his. He really needs a woman, a keeper or a nurse in his life. One with a strong stomach, I would think.