tropical ites

Finally we've made our way up the mountains. As a matter of fact that we got up much to late at am 3:15 we could not reach the peak. But we stopped by a good good friend, which recently finished his "made out of t'ree" Landover (engl. Land Rover). Here was strictly Gaza side and we instantly knew in which dangerous area we had trod in. Soundsystem basses like bazooka shots blew through the valley. And Mr. Zero enjoyed taking a bath in the pile of mildly roasted High-Society-Cofee-Shit. This cofee sells throughout the whole world as the finest of the finest, a pounds world market price is actually at 8o US Dallas! And still rising. The morning drink of the emperors and popes of dis ya world. We enjoyed the only cofee that grows in tropical climate fresh grounded and boiled over blue mountain wood fire. Emperor stylee me a tellin yu!