The city from my view.

A pulse on a vibrant Megalopolis.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Thousands Poisoned In The Name Of Allah This Year Alone

It's already started, there is no turning back and as of last night, hundreds lay sick and dying. The poison will eventually kill thousands, due to the nature of the toxin, it's lethal effects will last for two years, killing more because Allah said it would.

Allah loves death, he told me how to kill. To bring it sweet and silently to those that displease me. And it wouldn't be needed if they only had left Gaza.
But they stayed, once the Muslim Brotherhood brought them in. Oh, yea, there were no cockroaches until Little Iran moved in next door. Not a one and then, wham, like a jihad bomber the population exploded and overran Queer Gaza.

You need fire to fight fire. So I turned on Mecca went to Lowes where Allah said I could find death in a spray bottle and bought some real nasty shit. First thing I hit was the kitchen. Sprayed, like instructed, the floorboard, and then that night, turned on the lights.

Nothing, no bugs scampering everywhere, no little fuckers on the walls, or counters, not anywhere I could see. Allah said it  would work and it did. Thanks be to Allah.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Gaza's Harvest Of Ganja

It was a good year for cannabis in Queer Gaza. The harvest plentiful and quality good, at least enough for us and friends to enjoy through the year. And why can't anyone who wants to grow marijuana do so? The plant is hardy, takes all kinds of soil and environmental conditions. It does have a heady aroma as it matures and flowers, but the smell isn't offensive. There are a few things to watch but for the most part, insects aren't a problem. Mine has a scale problem every year, an insect that saps at the plants nutrients, at least not enough to permanently damage the plant to where it dies and some of the plants had quite an infestation--that's how strong a plant it is.

I call it hippie grass, a strain we've grown for years now. Friends that smoke a lot of grass however, call it shit weed because it is no where near the potency of store bought. But our grass is nurtured with our own  organic compost, nothing is sprayed on the plant and we are very satisfied with the quality. Who wants to lay in a heap, comatose from weed? Not us.

In the winter it's nice to have some weed around when the days are chilly and with a fire, a glass of wine and a joint to toke on, makes the cold night comforting. We plan to stay comfortable this winter and beyond.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Reality Hits Gaza

There are two facts on vacations. One is that they are over and the other is the anticipation of the vacation. Specifically, what could go wrong that you need to plan for. They sell insurance for the 'What to go wrong' part. If not insurance, then planning, and planning is a pain.

Vacations, that pastime pleasure so wrought with peril and tingling excitement. The need for one, driven by advertisement, to get away and spend money. The money issue hidden with pictures of beautiful people relaxing on palm shaded hammocks. Refreshing drinks an arms length away with happy attendants waiting to fulfill your pleasures.

Then you come home to the tune of 'Same Old Shit' and wham, reality is there to smack you right up the side of the head. Slap you silly too. Little Iran is busy pouring cement right up to the property line. That's okay, how would their place look like Iran if they didn't rid the earth of green and replace it with cement. If they're happy looking at Burkas waddling on concrete, than so be it.

And Hag came around, damn if she don't look even worse than last time but she sure as shit is worse. a specter with dark hallow eyes, seaweed hair, thin as a rail. Hag needed help, don't we all. I gave her the name of a plumber, not sure if she'll eat him or have him fix her pipe, but there she was, squeaking like a mouse at the back gate when I happened by to hear her call.

Little Israel is at peace, outside of a little yelling now and then but I think it's the way of Jews, you don't ask or talk, you scream at others. That's how they communicate in Israel with gods and everyone else.

I miss the vistas of ocean waves and sunsets. All that replaced with a fall garden needing care. The back roads for biking in quiet farmland, vanished when I mounted my bike to shop at the store and the traffic to navigate for the two blocks, half on the sidewalk because the road congestion is so bad. And then home to neighbors thrilled with concrete and screaming. Such is life.

Oh, well, just throw money, a lot of it, and you can vacation again next year. It keeps advertizing going at least.