Diaries of a Displaced, Deranged Dissident

Posted on April 28, 2010

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THE FLIGHT OF THE WHITE KITE WAS THE SIGHT OF THE NIGHT IN SPITE OF THE BLIGHT OF HAVING NO LIGHT

12/06/2009—

Apparently, our water is killing us now. We are to join Mexico as a statistical pollutant in the realm of H20. In LA, Silver Lake reservoir, the water was filled with black, plastic balls. Residents complained in spite of the balls being there to block carcinogenic compounds released by sun-activated chemicals. LA abandoned 40% of its municipal wells in one area of the city because they were polluted with toxins. The Safe Drinking Water Act covers regulation of 91 contaminants, but says nothing for the 60,000 chemicals [present]. Smaller concentrations of the contaminants are needed to be harmful than previously thought, yet for many chemicals on the list, standards for regulation have been largely unrevised since the 70s and 80s.

Picture for yourself an assembly of water bottles filled with tan-yellow-orange liquid you would never guess to be water. There are labels in Spanish on them confirming results of lab tests. The tests tell us how mercury, manganese, lead, and sulfur have given the water such a tropical hue. Somewhere in LA, a woman whose congested apartment’s water goes out douses her baby in bottled water, as tap water is too contaminated for her to risk it.

Looks like global warming might have to be knocked down a few levels on the environmental shitlist hierarchy.

12/15/2009—

Today Bash came to suspect an informant to be involved in the circumstances pertaining to the arrest of he and Bee’s acquaintance B.J. (on conspiracy to obtain cocaine); later he became increasingly paranoid regarding household protocol (keeping doors locked, blinds closed, etc.) and trivial security measures.

12/17/2009—

So this Raul Quintana off of Miami Beach rents out one of his exclusive Fisher Island condos to a “modeling agency,” who used to the property to do “photoshoots,” a.k.a. film “ASS PARADE.” A great way to get kicked out of a country club.

12/17/2009

Today is December 17, 2009— I just got the details on an epic 2 hour shootout in an apartment complex in Mexico—In Cuernavaca—which culminated in the death of drug overlord Arturo Beltran Levya and four fellow cartel members. Beltran Levya is the highest ranking drug lord in Mexico’s war on drugs to be killed. During the fight three raiders were injured by fucking hand grenades. The AP reported hearing several (10+) explosions. Formerly a member of the Sinaloa cartel, he and five “brothers” joined Los Zetas (former mercenaries employed as hitmen for the Gulf Cartel), a split fueling the deaths of 14,000 in three years. Levya’s cartel is responsible for heavy coke and heroin trafficking in the U.S. The “Boss of Bosses,” ordered bribery, mutilation, and beheadings—and always left a calling card. On Wednesday, this very same day,  the severed heads of six police investigators were found in Durang public plaza.

…And all I could think was ‘Damn, this better not make it harder for me to get weed.’

Family Paranoia Tale #41,987 -12/20/2009—

Grandma, fearing that the government would audit her and seize her assets, gave away all her jewelry.

12/22/2009—

Today Dad flipped his shit at the dinner table—he reacted in shock as if repelled by an apparition or an acid flashback.

Mom, Grandmom, and Aunt L.A. are attempting reconciliation after two years of silence.

World War Three.

I take Kim to the pizza place down the road and we sit in silence and we wait and I work.

12/31/2009—

Two nights ago I thought I was slipping into another bout of psychosis—a loud, humming buzz, a whirring roar deafened me. Then I shut my window.

Now at work, I hear a man’s voice gasp for breath into my ear, ever so faintly, as if drowning.

THOUGHT FOR 1/22/2010—

Thought processes change based on psychogeographics of the mind and how the sociopsychogeographical nexus affects the zeitgeist.

PILLS LEAD TO THRILLS AND SOMETIMES TO CHILLS, SOMETIMES KILLS WILLS, MAKING IT HARD TO PAY BILLS—MAKES YOU A FISH WITH FRILLS THAT’S LOST USE OF ITS GILLS (AS A SIDE EFFECT OF HAVING TAKEN TOO MANY PILLS); KIDS—PILLS ARE WHAT KILLS SO WHEN A PILL DRILLS INTO YOUR WILLS, HEAD FOR THE HILLS (OR ELSE SUFFER ITS ILLS AND ALL IT INSTILLS!)

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