Pete With The Meat is busy fixing pipes, and such here in Queer Gaza. We've been patched, mended and calked. Our ship is tight once again and ready to sail. Prince Albert has said goodbye to Mr. Daniel and that's good. We need our Prince and he needs Queer Gaza. A sanctuary from a world ready to sabotage queer nations if given the chance. Religion wants us dead, but we refuse to bend our heads. Proud queers we are in Gaza, so proud that we shake our fists at these gods of others and laugh. They hold no sway over us with their threats and rants of hell's damnation.
The Muslim Brotherhood has quieted down, their plan to destroy Prince Albert foiled. Now that the Prince is safe in his castle, rebuilt from the ruins Golden Boy left before being dragged away for servitude in the Muslim Brotherhood. We can faintly hear the screams of anguish of Golden Boy in the form of Facebook messages that show up on the screen. Pleas from his pals to go to Magic Mountain and meetings with other Queer Christians. They are dark messages to entice fallen Golden Boy into deeper depths of despair.
It's nice here in Queer Gaza, our summer cooled by morning mist with grapes that hang in abundance ready to pluck. Tomorrow, after the ride, I'll select choice clusters to eat. Tomorrow is another day.
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