Riga bookish

Riga Bookish  

  

Riga finished the book she was writing. I got my thoughts down. This covers my time on various things. Time working in call centres. Twenty years of that. My military service in South America. Several criminal exploits including pinching the museum gems. And how can I leave out that lazy Indian Portuguese fool Pedro? Oh how good he was on bed and as a sniper. A real live wire. I made him cry many times. I'm a real bitch! Small but terrible. How can a grown muscle man be scared of a female who is small? He knows my bad temper as do my opponents. All will buy my book. Especially if I wrote about them! I did it under a pen name. We will see if anybody guesses the truth. If they do I will shoot them! Or give them an advanced coaching session. See how good their critical thinking is. How nice eh? Few people know I like guns. They were part of my job. I got good results. My bosses trusted me on hard missions. My moods could interfere but I controlled them. Even used them toy advantage. You can read about some of this in my new book. I wonder if you will like it? It's all mixed together. The realities. Will you notice? Hurry now to the book shop and make me a beer seller.

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My Husband the Whore Collection Kindle Edition by Jimmy Boom Semtex (Author

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08D3QF6PJ

Jimmy Boom Semtex did three volumes of My Husband the Whore. They are here in this collection. This story is partly based on Joe’s quest for love and a search for something. What? Good times, sex, the missing link? All of the scenes are false but based in reality. It’s up to the readers to define which. It’s one fictitious man’s journey over several years in his life and personal conquests. Some were good, some bad. All are memorable. Guys and gals, we have all been there. Keep on looking. And when you find what you want, keep hold of it before it’s gone. Joe does not exist except in us all. Good luck!

Displays Settings

 Displays Settings

Look at our TV screen setup. Images on a screen. Seen from metres away. The image on the left is you. The image on the right is me. We are scanned by the day TV camera and night Infrared cameras. You look different, and so do I. Bits of objects. Fading into sight. Displayed on two displays. The system uses two cameras. It allows us to be viewed. You are writing your stage play. I am playing a video game. All caught on black and white TV and green and yellow on the heat screen. Blurry confusing images. Sense can be made of them if you know how. You look like a wraith. Sat down, leaning over the notepad with your pen. How odd both TV screen images look. The day camera image is the best. You look oddly good in black and white. I see your legs stretched out. The curve of your thighs and slim waist. I am almost violent by comparison. Doing my shoot 'em up game. See my hands move this way and that. Pounding the side controller. Really giving it something. The screen I look at is surreal on both TVs. It can be seen, but nothing makes sense. Looking at a screen thru a screen. I cannot focus on both day and night viewing screens as I look on my gaming display. It's all recorded on old video tape. The computer transcribes this digitally. It's done this way for a reason. The 1960s day TV camera and 1970s Infrared scanner are classic. I struggled for months to find these items. Old military surplus. It took me weeks to wire them up. Now i see you write and I play my game. Later tell me your views. Can this setup be improved baby? We will discuss this after we make love. After our creative activities are done.
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some of my book links on d2d

Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties

By: Nick Armbrister 

https://books2read.com/u/4X925a

Desert Driving

By: Nick Armbrister

https://books2read.com/u/3LAVx1

Riga Falling From A Great Height

By: Brian Von Blimp

https://books2read.com/u/boREY1

new poems

Little bird flies along/small bits matter now/protect what is yours 

Zonking

Go to work with a hangover

After drinking half a litre

Of Petrol Brand brandy

While reading and listening to music

Midweek half way turn training

For GQ voice in the call centre

Wish I drank the other half

But I needed sleep or can't work

Another day in paradise

Not stuck in the rain

Now in the back of a VX

Looking at passing gals

One in the jeep such legs

Sit her on my knee kiss her

She's half my age oh my!

Let's go babe party time

 

 

 

Recognize

It's always this way

Bounced about in the back

While going to work

Do the job remember the training

Get some perks on the way

Meet a gal in the van

Get good incentives

Be rewarded for performance

Make new friends there

Hear some mad stories

Lose some mates to life

Crashes drugs shootings

Avoid those yourself

And maybe you'll make it

Where will we go tomorrow?

To the resort to swim

 

 

 

Run at me, bolo!/you wanna hurt me with that?/bazooka time, jerk!

 

 

 

Careers

Events on the horizon and horizon on the events

Now I know what it means to be here in this place

All the opportunities good and bad

Get a job work five days a week

This is a given you need money

And the give provides it

Unless you take another opportunity

Like being an alternative businessman

Delivering packages to certain people

We know its drugs, guns or money

Don’t ask what’s inside though t’s a given

You drive an old reliable car the cop will ignore it

Is doing this better than a normal 9-5 job?

I’ll let you explain it all to me

 

Sarah bad ass

Edited

Sarah Bad Ass

We regularly drank moonshine. It was made from grain gathered from Oldham Edge in the old power station. Lethal stuff. Double the strength of vodka or brandy. It not only got us drunk. We also made it into fire bombs. We used these against the English Army. Against tanks they weren't brilliant but on soldiers they did the job. Added to our other weapons it made us dangerous. On one drinking session I was with Red, Lee, Gun Barrel and John. We drank a bottle of moonshine each. I went slow. The guys loved shine. It lubricated them lol. We drank in one of the old flats at St Mary's Way. Telling stories that made me blush but I was one of the guys and knew a few myself. Boasts of who was the best shot or who had done the bravest/stupidiest battle act were drunkenly exchanged. Huge embellishments were added. Instead of hitting an enemy soldier at five hundred yards it was a mile. Even if the rifle could only shoot to half a mile. None of us had anything to prove but drunk was drunk. I let them get on with it. Mostly listening. I added my ownEdited

Sarah Bad Ass

We regularly drank moonshine. It was made from grain gathered from Oldham Edge in the old power station. Lethal stuff. Double the strength of vodka or brandy. It not only got us drunk. We also made it into fire bombs. We used these against the English Army. Against tanks they weren't brilliant but on soldiers they did the job. Added to our other weapons it made us dangerous. On one drinking session I was with Red, Lee, Gun Barrel and John. We drank a bottle of moonshine each. I went slow. The guys loved shine. It lubricated them lol. We drank in one of the old flats at St Mary's Way. Telling stories that made me blush but I was one of the guys and knew a few myself. Boasts of who was the best shot or who had done the bravest/stupidiest battle act were drunkenly exchanged. Huge embellishments were added. Instead of hitting an enemy soldier at five hundred yards it was a mile. Even if the rifle could only shoot to half a mile. None of us had anything to prove but drunk was drunk. I let them get on with it. Mostly listening. I added my own stories when asked or when I chose to. I was an Alpha Bitch. I was also female. So acted like one at times. The guys were all alphas. We all had the others' backs. Guns were still within reach when drunk. Just in case the army came knocking. We wanted no accidents so safety's were on. We are baked potatoes cooked over bricks and wood. Bottles were finished. More were opened. Things were slow now. I wanted to know about the new bike project. Tell me about your new motorcycle project, I said to Red and Gun Barrel. I hear it's a real bad ass bike. It went from there. Those two drank more shine and smiled. Real bad ass yes, from Red. Not a bike, a trike, and it will run on this, from Gun Barrel. You'll soon see young lady. As will the guys. Till then, let's drink some more. Hey Lee, tell me about how crap the English Army is at fighting. We all laughed. Lee slurred his words and went on. Well, it goes it goes like this. They shoot worse than school gals...

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 stories when asked or when I chose to. I was an Alpha Bitch. I was al. So acted like one at times. T were all alphas. We all had the others' backs. Guns were still within reach when drunk. Just in case the army came knocking. We wanted no accidents so safety's were on. We are baked potatoes cooked over bricks and wood. Bottles were finished. More were opened. Things were slow now. I wanted to know about the new bike project. Tell me about your new motorcycle project, I said to Red and Gun Barrel. I hear it's a real bad ass bike. It went from there. Those two drank more shine and smiled. Real bad ass yes, from Red. Not a bike, a trike, and it will run on this, from Gun Barrel. You'll soon see young lady. As will the guys. Till then, let's drink some more. Hey Lee, tell me about how crap the English Army is at fighting. We all laughed. Lee slurred his words and went on. Well, it goes it goes like this. They shoot worse than school gals...

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Riga powerless

Riga Powerless

Riga cried tears of what? I am powerless! They took those pilots. Stole them from the sky. And their planes too. I never thought it was possible. I knew I was wrong. It is possible as I have a similar craft. I could do the same if I wanted to. Go to a planet where beings flew in the sky in vehicles. I could go and abduct them. Just like happened on Earth in 1988. The American Navy pilots and crew intercepting an alien ship. Taken against their will by a flying saucer. Two missing F14 planes and four crew. Never seen again. All seen from the ground and on radar. Hundreds witnessed it. One man even took photos. He was harassed by the CIA. Give us the photos. No! The world saw what happened. And it happened again. Six months later. Two more Tomcat fighters and four crew taken again. This by a triangular shaped craft. Not a disc like before. I want to know what the pilot's wives and girlfriends were told. Riga wanted answers to her many questions. Was it possible for her to go and find the missing crews and planes? After all, Riga had a ship. It was alien and could abduct. But she was only one. Her ship was intelligent. So it was possible. But the morals of it ? Did those aliens have morals when they took the intercepting US Navy jets? Or were they so alien and robotic they were as sentient and aware as a piece of rock? The small gal wanted answers. From her tears came a determination. I will find the answers what happened. Where they were taken. Where they are now. And above all else, why? I will get the truth of what happened over Puerto Rico in 1988. Answers are needed. 

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