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Vodka Tax  

There's always an extra cost on the Cubao jeep  

Give the guy in the jeep your 15 pesos fare  

Expect a peso back and he keeps it It typical o. The Montalban run the extra peso fleet ha!  

Shall I out.my book prices up?  

Charge an extra 7% like they do  

Use them as an example  

Extra costs on top of this and that  

You know how it is with service charges  

Surcharges tax insurance parking fees etc  

Call it what you want do I become the same?  

Add an extra 7% on top to pay.for my vodka?  

Make it an extra 25%!

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Fishes  

Stay go decide what to do  

Leave the company for a new job  

Leave your wife for a new wife  

Leave the country for a new country  

Leave your body for a new body  

All this and more decide what to do  

Is this really needed or salad dressing?  

I want a million book sales  

To be aged 34 forever more  

For her to be back in my life  

None of it will happen just now  

I'll wait cast my net see what I get  

It's always a good ride fresh fish

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Bpo Grind  

Feel the lead grind of call centre work  

Six thousand hour deficit for November  

How the fuck did this happen?  

Bosses out twelve on Australian account training  

Several others were fired or quit  

I'll resign in January new year new job new start  

After getting my thirteen month pay  

And a new passport to fly to Shangri La  

Away from this call centre hellfire grind  

Look at the young guy in the bikers jacket  

His  jelled hair in a quiff old skool rock n roll  

He can make something of his life  

Not bpo call centre grind like us  

Grinding you down till nothing  

I think what I'll spend the cash on?

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Berli  

When you get to my age  

Any female lover will do  

When you're young none will do  

What brings on these views?  

What of the half way point?  

Which half is fine  

Which half is not  

There's a ledger  

It tellies them all  

Are you in there?  

One I accepted  

One I refused  

My Manila times  

I'm miss Berlin

Riga twice

Riga Twice

Riga put on snake oil liniment. Her left knee was hurting after a hard four peak hike. Ten kilometres of up down left right hiking joy. A wondrous time seeing the dawn mist over the valley. This part of Thailand was cool. The sea of clouds was something. Riga took photos and videos of it for her blog. She emailed Pedro the links. He was in Antarctica as a security detail. I miss his skinny Portuguese butt. I shouldn't of been a bitch with him. I know he never went away due to me. It was career enhancement. Just like my new blog. We both make good money. For this trip alone I'll make ten thousand. I wonder if I'm allowed to visit him? He said there's no direct flights down there. I'll ask him if they need extra staff. I can work there or take a holiday. Pedro you jerk! I miss you. What did you do to me? You should see the view here. I'm on the edge of a limestone plateau. The birds fly by below me into the mist. Lovely. Just think if we could both fly there. Like birds. Do you remember? We hiked thirty miles from here. The scenery is different. It's drier and not limestone peaks. Rolling green hills and forests. We made love by the river. You thought I was pregnant. Those were the days. Hard to think it was four years ago. My knee feels better now. I need to descend and eat at the cafe in town. Thai chicken curry is the best. I'll send you some hehe. Wish you were here babe. Riga on the peak.

Riga Big Book by Brian Von Blimp

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Sarah isotopes

Sarah Isotopes

After the nuclear war with France half of the UK was destroyed or uninhabitable. Many big towns and cities ceased to exist. Those that survived were over ten thousand in population or had not been hit due to a lack of warheads or the delivery vehicles had failed or been shot down. It was a calculated chess game. Many of Sarah's comrade freedom fighters had died when Leeds or Liverpool had been nuked. Yet ones near or in Manchester survived as no warhead fell there. Tens of millions hand died. Many on the day of the exchange and later by radiation. Survivors faced a long slow death or severe illness with cancer. Health care collapsed, food production ceased, transport systems failed. Law and order broke down. It was terrifying. Sarah, John and Lee, later joined by Red and Gun Barrel, remained in Oldham. Many survivors fled to the mountains or the north. The south was a radioactive wasteland. The freedom fighters maintained discipline, were always armed and worked with the surviving Freedom Fighter Head Quarters. Rival armed groups became a small problem. They were few in number, not well trained and had old weapons. If negotiation failed they were targeted and dealt with. Dangerously, a new enemy came into being. Surviving units of the English Army. There had been tensions before the nuclear war. Several skirmishes and battles. More of the fighting came later. Many English troops and bases were destroyed in the war. But several remained intact. Several thousand soldiers remained. Sarah told her mates that they always has to be ready. She exchanged messages with HQ on this. Plans were made in case the army attacked or sent out recon patrols. Let their patrols find nothing. Don't engage their drones or helicopters unless absolutely necessary. Let our existence be secret to them. If we need to fight we will do. We will win for we live here. This is our home. We are outnumbered and outgunned with old or second rate weapons. Our courage and tenacity will allow us to win. As our intelligence and critical thinking allowed us to survive the aftermath of a nuclear exchange. Those were the worst times. Still are. We grow crops on Oldham Edge. Get fresh water from there. We communicate with our remaining units by secret means. The Welsh and Scots leave us alone. That war is history. The English Army is the enemy now. If they want war they will get it! I am Sarah. I wanted my fairytale. With a loving husband, kids, a job and our own house. Laugh if you want. The life I wanted was ripped away when I was seventeen. I never met my husband. That's a good thing. As is having no kids. I'm a soldier.  A freedom fighter fighting for my beliefs. Nobody stopped me before. Not the Welsh or English or French. Not rival armed fighters. Only the great creator knows when it'll be my end. Till then I do what I do. Work at the aid station in the old Oldham hospital. There's so many hurt or sick. I practice shooting and defence tactics with my mates. And wait for an attack that will come in future. We don't know when but we will be ready. We have our supply of weapons in the lock up garage. When the army comes knowing we will open the door. Just wait and see...

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Mirror Truck

MirrorMirror Truck 

Give me my black flying security jacket! You parked your truck half on the pavement. The drivers mate was stood there with an open door. I went to the front to get past. The mirror was there. I thought it was on door and tried to move it. It was attached to the front of the truck and I almost ripped it off to get by! The guy shouted and I went round a parked car. I gave him the middle finger. Just then a big young alpha male who knew me said my name assertively. I said hi and kept on going. It was obvious he wanted to chat. I was busy with things to do. Looking for my Riga flying jacket to get a back print. I went to many stores including all four floors of the mall. All the jackets were nylon. Cotton is needed. I'm off to the army base on Sunday to get one. Call sign Riga! Truck 

Give me my black flying security jacket! You parked your truck half on the pavement. The drivers mate was stood there with an open door. I went to the front to get past. The mirror was there. I thought it was on door and tried to move it. It was attached to the front of the truck and I almost ripped it off to get by! The guy shouted and I went round a parked car. I gave him the middle finger. Just then a big young alpha male who knew me said my name assertively. I said hi and kept on going. It was obvious he wanted to chat. I was busy with things to do. Looking for my Riga flying jacket to get a back print. I went to many stores including all four floors of the mall. All the jackets were nylon. Cotton is needed. I'm off to the army base on Sunday to get one. Call sign Riga!

Riga Woodpecker Ridge

Riga Woodpecker Ridge

Riga went to see some woodpeckers. She hiked an old World War 2 battle site at Woodpecker Ridge with her friend. Her friend was a skool mate. They bumped into each other in the supermarket. Exchanging numbers, they agreed to hike. The small one knew an old battle site. She’d been there the previous summer. Now the trees had died back it was time to explore.

 

Riga’s friend was called Tara. Riga was small and curvy. Tara was tall and skinny. She played basketball. They went up the mountain. Both wore cycling shorts and sports vests. Tara had a hiking stick. Riga took a stick from a tree. She cut it with her Rambo knife. Tara asked where that was from. Venezuela was the reply.

 

The path was steep and treacherous. Wild caribou went this way. There was none now. The gals were careful of their steps. To the right was a small pretty hill. All green full of trees and curvy. Like Riga. Call it Riga Hill! They went up here. Or down a valley, through trees, over a small river then up. With no paths it took time. They rested at the river and ate sandwiches. Put their feet into the cold clear water.

 

They went up Riga Hill. It was stiff going. They had to make their own paths. Underfoot was grass and hidden danger. Abandoned fox holes from the war. Tara stepped on the grass. She fell a metre down into a hole! Riga had to pull her out. It was a struggle. They were more careful now. Pieces of jagged alloy were littered about. Tara asked. From napalm tanks Riga explained. Dropped by Yankee planes. A place of history.

 

Atop the small Riga Hill, the view was nice. They saw several other peaks of varied sizes. And the valley they crossed. Both sat down and drank coffee and finished their sandwiches. Suddenly screams came from the other size of the hill. Tara and Riga looked at one another. Loud rabid and un-animal like. Tara shook her head. Dead Japanese soldiers? No, not possible, Riga replied.

 

A rustling came from the bushes. More screams, so close. Riga took her Rambo knife from its sheaf. Tara held her walking stick. From out of the trees came a zombie! It wore old ripped orange shorts, a dirty white t shirt and a single blue trainer. The zombie beat its chest with both fists and screamed. Spit flew from its mouth and its red eyes were wild. Not of this place. It rushed Tara!

 

The tall gal pivoted left and kicked with her right foot. Her blow caught zombie. It fell backwards. Tara lashed out with her stick. Again and again she hit it. It grunted. Her blows had no effect! It screamed and got up. Riga was ready. She stuck her combat knife into its chest. Right to the fucking handle! No use! Tara shouted. In its brain. The brain. That’s how you kill a zombie!

 

Both met zombies. Or just one for now. Riga re-orientated herself. She danced from foot to foot as a boxer did. She stabbed the zombie in the skull. The blade easily went in. the zombie fell down dead. Riga pulled out her knife and wiped the blood on its old white t shirt. An easy kill. Like the bandits in Venez.

 

What the fuck was that? Tara gawped in disbelief. Those only exist in horror films. Riga nodded. Suddenly more screams and two more zombies faced off the gals. You wanna fucking play? Come on then. Riga was mad now. She nodded and waggled her toes.

 

The small gal threw her knife into left zombies’ chest. She grabbed her hardwood walking stick and jabbed it in the face. Three times. Tara did the same with her alloy Norwegian walking stick. Both gals beating the shit out of two zombies! If only they had guns.

 

The zombies screamed and waved their hands. Tried to advance. The gals kept on thumping them. Riga swiftly kicked the legs from under her zombie. She mashed its skull in with the stick. Stinking rancid brains covered the grass. She pulled her knife out and nodded. Then she helped Tara finish off hers. It died rapidly with a guttural scream.

 

With no time to rest, another zombie burst from the trees. This one didn’t scream. Was it adapting? Tara picked up a piece of corroded but sharp alloy from the napalm tank. She threw this at the zombie. It was hit on the neck. Its head was severed and fell away. Rolling stupidly down the hill to the river. The headless body, stinking blood pumping from its neck walked in circles. Riga and Tara laughed till they cried. Both attacked the zombie sending it sprawling.

 

This is Riga Hill. And it belongs to Riga and Tara. You don’t fuck with us. No zombies are allowed here. Go here an

d you die. Like your buddies. RIP the dead wartime soldiers. Now we fight a different war…

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