The heat is on, each day warmer than the last and with it, the hood. With all the Iranians, Jews, white trash and queers that are scattered about, it's no wonder the place could erupt at any time. Like dried brush on a forest floor, ready for a spark of any kind, this place is fucking hot to burn.
The city came out and laid a new coat of black hot tar. A sun absorbing strip bubbles with heat and cooks all through the night. Even at early morning, before the sun has had a chance to renew its strength, the coat of black bakes warm.
What's with putting on a coat of black tar with global warming? It's to drive our hood fucking crazy. Everyone in the fucking city knows we are the Middle East transplanted and are trying to burn us out. Trouble is, the fucking Iranians love the fucking heat. That's when their dicks get hard. Same with the white trash, shit-kickers like nothing better than to wear a sweat soaked wife-beater, drink beer while scratching their nuts. Once the sun goes down shit-kickers yell at their kids, fuck and yell some more at filthy little shit-kickers and that's two doors down, between here and Little Iran. So we're surrounded by heat loving fucked up freaks and the city wants us the hell out. What is a better way than to turn up the heat? So turn up the heat they did and had our street turned into a micro-wave.
I'm not sure how long us queers of Gaza can hold out. The garden needs a great deal of water in this heat. It's all we can do to keep paradise pristine let alone deal with bomb makers and ghetto white trash. Still we will survive because we are, The Queers of Gaza.
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