Riga Tens

 

Riga Tens

Riga knew a few things. She knew that when you had love it meant something. You kept hold of it. Most people equated this to staying with the person. She did not. Take Pedro. Riga would always love him. To her this did not mean staying with him. She kept it quiet from most people. It was none of their fucking business! Bitch. There had been no excuse for Riga treating Pedro like shit. She left him and this wounded him. He reached out to be friends. At this point she still cared. They tried to be friends and failed. His unstable moods riled the small bad-tempered female. Triggered her and made her furious. This is what partly wrecked the chances of being friends. As did his powerful love for her. As did her own moods and treatment of him. She told him: What you want is not possible. That would still make me your mistress. That involves love making, going for coffee, hiking, time together etc. Riga knew this was the time she cut Pedro off. There would be no going back. Though she still loved him. It hit her at times. Unbalanced her. Her own emotions controlling her. This made the little critical thinking female ever madder. She ruled her emotions with a hammer. Like always ruled the big soldier. Riga felt bad about that. Yet she was Riga and always this way. And he deserved it. Look at the size of the lazy soldier half breed! She did miss him, his company, his spirit, his soul, his aura, his green eyes, their rampant insane sex life. She missed being a real fucking bitch with him. Shouting at him and stamping her feet till the fool cried. Oh, I was such a bitch with Pedro. I still love him. I could fix this in an afternoon. Yet refuse to do so. I blame him for time away from my father and daughters. This is so easy to fix yet I will not. Poor Pedro. How badly I treated him in 2025. He can handle it. Pedro the lazy half breed soldier. Why must I be this way? Look, my temper overcame my critical thinking...

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Europa Poems by Nick Armbrister

 my new anti war poem book

The poems here were featured in several volumes of anti-war poetry jointly written with author Andy N. These are Nick’s poems. A Europa book 8 will be written in future. The message in the poems is that war is not the answer.

https://www.xinxii.com/fiction-literature-1/poetry-6?product_id=536558

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H4BK3G3G/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0

https://books2read.com/u/bWnPEM

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