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Tuesday 28 February 2017
ITUNES MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE REMOVED ALL MY JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX EBOOKS... CUNTS
STILL NOT RESOLVED THE ISSUE ON MY DELETED JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX EBOOKS. IM VERY FUCKING ANOYED. BUT MY BOOKS ARE ON RIVAL SITES. I WILL NOT BE FUCKING MUZZLED. NEVER.
hi ive a very urgent issue to be sorted out. this is the SECOND time ive emailed you. my previous case is ---------------------- inquiries so you can tie the 2 together. all of my ebooks under my name JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX have been deleted off itunes. i also released a new book and it cant be listed on itunes at all. im very angry and annoyed on this. there was no reason why given to me on the complete deletion. i need this sorting out now pls and the specific reason why. not a general reason but the actual reason. ive had issues with itunes before and rarely get a definite answer off them. so sort this pls. my books can contain adult erotic topic in stories or political activism. is this the reason? if so freedom of speech is being muzzled. yours unhappy jimmy.
Monday 27 February 2017
WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT - MORE MAD POEMS AND VERSE BY NICK By Nick Armbrister
WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT -
MORE MAD POEMS AND VERSE BY NICK
By Nick Armbrister
Titanoboa
Magnificent 48 foot long snake.
Dead 60 million years.
Hunting silent as death,
a stunning animal at home in water.
Back bone fossils found in a Colombian quarry.
New record size.
Imagine seeing one today.
Maybe a good job none are alive now.
Bad men would hunt them
to sell to collectors,
put in a zoo,
kill and be stuffed in a
drug cartel’s mansion.
What made Titanoboa so big?
Eating 15 ft Blunt Nose crocs after
crushing them to death?
No, warm temperatures did.
What a sight, a 48 ft snake weighing a ton.
Alive 60 million years ago.
Aeroplane Poems 3 By Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen Esposo
Aeroplane Poems 3
By Nick Armbrister with Shy
Lhen Esposo
Quad Plane
My plane has four wings and is very cool.
She flies like a dragonfly and is fast like a
bird.
As pretty as a daffodil and ethereal as
morning mist.
I can put four times the bombs and missiles
on her wings.
So when you annoy me I'll get you.
I'll arc round in an attack curve and ripple
fire my Mavericks.
Boom boom boom your arse will go.
Bye bye bye your life will whisper.
Leaving you dead and in pieces.
Then I'll fly my quad plane and nail your
brother.
His actions with my sister are just not
funny.
Oh look, there he is!
---
Otto looked if he could still see
the boy but no one was there.
He crawled over the field and
found a nearby farm house.
He reached the farm yard.
'Mother! Mother! Mother!'
a boy screamed and,
'The pilot that I just told you about is
outside the fence!'
The boy was frightened and his body shook.
He ran to his mother's back and hid.
A Sister's Tale And More Besides Jimmy Boom Semtex
"That's a nice thing to say. I love you
too." The two lovers kissed some more and fell into one another's arms.
They were naked and on the sofa in the back room at Liza's place. The curtains
were drawn for privacy. It was the middle of a week day. Liza took a day off
work and spent quality time with her lady.
Gem moved so she was above Liza. She placed
delicate kisses on her partner's forehead, nose, lips and worked her way down,
pausing at the lovely breasts. They stood out like twin unconquered mountains.
Each nipple got a kiss and suck, as did the area around them. Little nibbles that
moved south to Liza's flat stomach. Then down to her thighs and lower legs,
stopping at her toes.
Liza shook her head when Gem was about to
start toe sucking. Gem did a mock grimace and worked her way up again, kissing
the lower legs before reaching the thighs. She slowly parted them and stroked
each one, adding further kisses. On reaching the jewel, Liza's pussy, Gem
stopped and looked at it.
"Your pussy is lovely."
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX bio
Jimmy Boom Semtex's notable fiction work includes:
Nobody to Flirt With
Fire Extinguisher Man adult erotica series
Jelma fashion series example Fashion Sharks
My Husband the Whore adult erotica series
8th Son Jimmy Boom Semtex and other writers/poets/authors
Beer Wars
There was a new war.
It touched most people in the Western world.
And some bad Muslims.
Those who drank alcohol.
There was a new war.
It touched most people in the Western world.
And some bad Muslims.
Those who drank alcohol.
If you drink then you're a target.
Beer drinkers were shot in pubs.
Bars were bombed by terrorists.
Beer drinkers were shot in pubs.
Bars were bombed by terrorists.
Off licenses torched with the owners inside.
Parties gate crashed and everyone kidnapped.
Prohibition army style.
Parties gate crashed and everyone kidnapped.
Prohibition army style.
EJKs were an everyday occurrence.
Millions killed in this new war.
The drug war was won, was history.
A new war was running.
And the army was winning.
Millions killed in this new war.
The drug war was won, was history.
A new war was running.
And the army was winning.
Blame Russia
Blame Russia
We all blame Soviet
Russia for the Marconi deaths
The evil
empire did its worst
Jealous of
our continued success
Fearing our
future weapons capability
Paranoid of
its impending use against them
So they
decided to hit the technicians
Knowing this
would hurt weapons development
Or maybe even
terminate the programs
And steal our
critical advantage
For enemy
committed acts of war
25 of our
techs dead in less than a decade
It was so 80s
and Cold War
With the
Soviets and Warpac fearful of losing
Their own
techs were good
But limited
by a crippling ideology
And poor
electronics industry
Twenty five
years behind the West
One year for
each dead technician
Was that the
reason they were murdered?
Rabid
paranoid leaders sent in the hitmen
A mix of KGB,
Spetsnaz and others
Waging war in
Middle England and winning
Not once
getting caught doing their deeds
Making some
deaths look like suicide
And others resemble
tragic accidents
Now thirty
years on I ask questions
Why wasn’t
anyone caught and jailed?
Why are some
of the killers still free and serving Russia?
This time aiding
a different master and ideology
Feeling no
shame nor guilt about their employment
There were hitmen
who killed in England, Italy and Germany
And still do
Friday 24 February 2017
8th Son By Jimmy Boom Semtex NEW BOOK
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The book everyone has been waiting for. The new project by Jimmy Boom Semtex. It features his new work and several joint poems with other authors/writers/poets. The work is diverse and global in nature. From the life questions of Jimmy's Coded Karma to the surreal dream poem where girls are hills in Mounded, there is variety here. Poems about a crashed warplane include Sunny 8. Others cover nature, war, life, hookers and truck drivers. Examples of joint work includes nature with Lea Boyd, a nautical theme with Shy Lhen Esposo, political work with Gray Nicholls and reminiscing over coffee in a poem with Saurabh Pant. Varied photographs give an added layer to the poetry. Part 2 will follow soon and be just as unique.
The book everyone has been waiting for. The new project by Jimmy Boom Semtex. It features his new work and several joint poems with other authors/writers/poets. The work is diverse and global in nature. From the life questions of Jimmy's Coded Karma to the surreal dream poem where girls are hills in Mounded, there is variety here. Poems about a crashed warplane include Sunny 8. Others cover nature, war, life, hookers and truck drivers. Examples of joint work includes nature with Lea Boyd, a nautical theme with Shy Lhen Esposo, political work with Gray Nicholls and reminiscing over coffee in a poem with Saurabh Pant. Varied photographs give an added layer to the poetry. Part 2 will follow soon and be just as unique.
Thursday 23 February 2017
Europa 2 - The True Cost of War By Nick Armbrister, Andy N
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This new ebook collection of work by Andy N and Nick Armbrister as well as a follow up to 2014’s Europa is as much a sequel to their previous book but is also a different way of looking at real life stories featuring ordinary people and conflict with stories ranging from World War I up to the present day. All of these poems are uncompromising, mixing the shocking with the unseen consolidating work filling words from deep, bleak times producing hope for the future from lessons learnt in the past.
This new ebook collection of work by Andy N and Nick Armbrister as well as a follow up to 2014’s Europa is as much a sequel to their previous book but is also a different way of looking at real life stories featuring ordinary people and conflict with stories ranging from World War I up to the present day. All of these poems are uncompromising, mixing the shocking with the unseen consolidating work filling words from deep, bleak times producing hope for the future from lessons learnt in the past.
Shark Time
Shark Time
Events all
mixed up.
Men in the
water being eaten by sharks!
From a ship
that performed a secret mission.
Taking atom
bomb parts to Tinian.
Mission
complete, time to fight.
Denied an
anti-sub escort.
Death call
for USS Indianapolis.
Jap I-Class
sub got her.
Good kill!
Hundred went
down with the ship.
Many more
survived the sinking.
Only to be
lost at sea for 4 days.
Fish food,
eaten by sharks!
Miranda Cocktail
Miranda Cocktail
I
like my 303 bullet cocktail to be lethal.
Ball
bullets to blow your toes off.
De
Wilde incendiary bullets to set you on fire.
Tracer
to light my way to your door.
High
explosive bullets to blow your husband's head off.
And
armour piercing bullets to drill your skull as I fuck you.
A
mixed bunch of death.
All
on a belt feeding my fucking spud gun.
Bang!
Fall Ball
Fall Ball
The
guy and gal got it on too soon.
Her
ex was there, a real cunt.
New
guy had words, would fuck him up bad if war erupted.
Peace.
For now.
Guy
and gal fucked like rabbits.
She
moaned that he moaned; you fuck me too hard!
He
didn’t like her friendship with number two guy,
a
bit too close. And he does like you.
She
ended up single, giving him orders.
They
fell like a lead balloon. Kaput.
He
fucked her off and dated her sister.
A
baby is on the way.
Land
Land
All
over this land there are people and families living.
Guys
and gals living how they do.
Adding
to the history of our nation.
In
towns and villages, by the coast in small harbours and on isolated islands.
Young
and old, happy and sad.
See
them in their lives, so many past memories and future dreams.
We
are them, they are us.
Some
are parents, others kids doing what kids do.
Adults
work to support their families, coal miners and soldiers, waitresses and bar
girls.
Our
country, home to so many people.
Shaped
by war and forged in battle.
A
third of the world was our empire.
Empire
people settled here as decades pass.
Natalie. BA Ravaged
Natalie. BA Ravaged
The last time I saw my parents was the day we
rowed. I told them my wish to join the Colonial Marines, to become a Starship
Trooper and above all, a Citizen. Dad went into orbit and mum ballistic. Their
plans for me, their only daughter, were ruined. No trip to Mars or going to uni
at the outer planets.
Off I went. I joined up and got my wish. I
was in! Basic training was murder but I passed. I put in for Starship training.
Pilots were needed. My parents called and were really nice. I told them I was
accepted and they congratulated me. We said meet soon. Then the signal cut out.
A transmission glitch?
It was later we heard. The bugs took out BA
with a rock. We were at war! As soon as my training was done, I was being
deployed on a war faring starship. I was nineteen years old. My parents were
both dead. As were a million others in Buenos Aires. Earth was at war with the
bugs.
Wednesday 22 February 2017
Dominions of Corrosion Jimmy Boom Semtex
Be Quiet
Well so bloody what a woman was on about
poets selling books.
Screw her.
How are you meant to promote your work?
By carrier pigeon or slate and chalk?
We are writers, the last of the brave.
We must make a stand.
Get the MI6 guy on board.
He can promote our books in the nether world.
Get us published on the dark web.
Where the writers will be classed as normal
and living on the Mars.
We are safe amongst the spies.
With not a bridge in sight.
Gothic Sunrise by Jimmy Boom Semtex
For Goths like Denise, Jason, Craig and Rolo
the night started at dinnertime on the Friday as they drank in Dead Central,
starting off with strong beer and cider. They all took the afternoon off to
begin drinking. Denise would do her 'work' as and when she was in the mood and
saw a nice Goth boy or gal. She would either do it for free or as a symbolic
gift on this special weekend.
Sandra was finishing her art piece she had
been commissioned to do. By late afternoon when it was done she would be in the
pubs with the rest of them. She was starting to feel randy and wondered who she
would fuck this time?
Rolo wore black leather trousers made in
Extra Large Fat Bastard size, a huge tent like black silk shirt and an equally
large black leather waistcoat. He was chilling on a blood red leather couch
made for three people, his jelly bulk filled every bit of the plush leather. He
took a big gulp from his strong lager and spied Denise and waved to her. When
she didn’t see him he shouted a greeting, “Hey Denise how are you? It’s me
Rolo, come on over and join me.”
Through the crowded pub she searched out his
voice, saw him sat on the couch and waved back then walked over through the
other Goths. “How are you Rolo? You look well,” she announced.
Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Four by Jimmy Boom Semtex
It was aggressive sex, observed by her
husband. After a few minutes he closed his eyes; he was on his second wank and
in his own world. He grimaced and cried out. Was he in emotional pain? Then he
smiled.
Changing position, Mahula stood up and Fire
Extinguisher Man fucked her from behind. No words were said just basic actions.
She leant over and held onto the wall. The big love tool went all the way
inside her, easy as cream pie. When her clit was tickled, the lady screamed and
laughed like before as she climaxed.
"Fuck my wife. Make love to her. I'm a
crap lover, my cock is too small. Take her, show her how a real man does it.
Satisfy my wife," Ste muttered. Tears fell down his handsome face as he
wept. Then he smiled in utter joy when he came again. He shouted incoherently
and punched the air.
More Than Mates by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex
Opposite where Arnold sat was a tank of goldfish delicately lit by
colourful neon lights. The fish they were used as a calming influence if a
slave became upset or anxious and had no sexual use. Soothing music gave an
impression of a light airy atmosphere, this was further from the truth when the
torture started and Tom the Dom kicked into dominatrix bitch mode. Who said
illusion wasn’t part of the act?
A full range of vibrators and dildos of a dozen sizes gave anal
penetration. If a man wanted more than his lover’s cock up his arse, the
knobbly or spiky vibros were something else. Some were made of wood, others
metal or durable plastic. Strap on ones were also provided.
PERSONAL HOLE
PERSONAL HOLE
Down
in your own personal hole we wallow in our own emotions, trapped there stuck in
our love or hate.
When do you go there? What do you hide from? Do your
fears come with you or do you try to flee them?
I
know that sometimes I fear for my own life, if I had a firearm… no more pain.
I
used to go there to my own hole to be safe but now it follows me and I can’t
get away.
Even
when I run it’s always one step ahead of me. I think that when I die my own
personal hole will be the place where I finally lie as it will be for everyone
else who has ever lived and suffered.
COLLAGES
COLLAGES
Some
of the weirdest shapes I’ve seen are hanging in the sky, a portent of things to
come or so say the dark masters.
Are
they here to protect us or to destroy us, to fill our lives with evil?
Iridescent colours cast their hue making shadows dance
across the land.
In
all the towns and cities the culturists plan their revenge to rid their domain
of the dark masters, yet they can’t see them or touch them but they know
they’re there and exist.
You
could call this a battle between good and evil, of light and dark, trying to
control the cosmos and to bring the colours to heel. They are fading now these
shapes and collages in the sky, so I’ll rest now till the Gods call me again.
LIMITATIONS
LIMITATIONS
We
are all people with so many limitations and drawbacks, part of the human
condition.
You
say that you’re tired after being awake all day; he says he’ll freeze to death
when it drops below zero.
These
and more are just some of the limits of being human – add irrational behaviour!
I
can’t stand the heat and your major lack of patience and what can I do? Shoot
you dead!
Some
of the silly characteristics that make us all people, so alike and yet so
different.
You
are a person and not a robot; do remember that when you reach your limit when
fighting three blokes or fucking two girls at once.
BLACKNESS
BLACKNESS
So,
so black. Nothing but the colour black, it is everywhere all at once.
This
is total blackness, no light, no feeling, nothing.
The
creator became fed up with the world so he destroyed it in a second and
replaced it with a void of nothing.
To
be in the middle of it all would be like not to exist at all, to be nothing in
this place of total blackness.
If
you are here in this void you will be part of this total veil of blackness.
Totally,
completely, infinitely…
The Zuck
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Boom!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Crash!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Smash!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Wham!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Kaboom!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Bang!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Blam!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Zam!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Pow!
Jimmy sez fuck the Zuck!
Bosh!
Fuck the Zuck till the Zuck is fucked!
Smug little cunt.
Kaput...
Monday 20 February 2017
An Ocean of Fish by Jimmy Boom Semtex
An Ocean of Fish
by Jimmy Boom Semtex
They walked in the beautiful house grounds.
Sera's house came with three acres of gardens, all superbly cared for and
manicured. Jelma looked over her turquoise frame designer glasses. She nodded
at Chen. Ok, let's talk.
"I felt closed in, inside the house.
This is much better. A beautiful garden. Quite memorable... like you
Jelma," Chen said, opening up to the designer.
"Good to hear. Yes, the garden is nice.
It's the reason my friend Sera bought her house. My looks hardly compare to
this," Jelma replied, looking at Chen and then around the stunning
grounds.
"I wanted to say to you I'd like you to
design and produce several dresses for our Chinese market. That hardly matters
now. I had to spend some time with you. You're such a remarkable young woman
Jelma. Really."
"Whoa. That's a lot to say. You want us
to make dresses for China, you want to spend time with me..."
Ace Poems Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen Esposo
Ace Poems
Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen
Esposo
There was little time for romance.
Allied bombers attacked.
Ferocious battles where death ruled.
Otto led his squadron to stop them.
They had to be victorious.
He had to beat win.
All would be lost if they failed.
It was a contest.
Like his earlier one in love.
Blue sky formed a balance.
Cold blooded and utterly merciless.
Otto killed without thinking.
Almost a robot.
This was different from Russia.
Collector
Collector
She collects orgasms
Keeping count in her head
One orgasm the milkman
Two orgasm the window cleaner
Three orgasm the garage mechanic
Four orgasm the neighbour's son
Five orgasm the local church vicar
You get an idea what she's like
Knowing full well her skills
To suck buck ruck and fuck
The complete package
Nothing is out of bounds
She's at all not shy
So bring your friend and his sister
She will make them all cum
Using fingers, toes, tongue and more
Sex toys if so inclined
From love balls to strap on dildo
Pleasure is guaranteed even if shy
This lady is a walking leisure centre
Always open for business
Never turning fun down
Orgasmic quake rocking the town
Discretion doesn't matter
Tell your friends and family
Sooner or later they'll fuck her
Exchanging orgasms by proxy
Pay her if you want
But cash isn't her aim
She won't refuse
Using it to buy new toys
To please her lovers
In her infinite escapade
From the woods to club to taxi
She does it anywhere
Seeking more joyous thrills
With new lovers and fuck buddies
Watch this space
You maybe her next
Orlov Battle Group
We are the Neo Soviet hooligans
We patiently wait for the World Cup
For in 2018 we will be ready
Yes there will be trouble
For then the English hooligans arrive
We will fight them
Hooligan to hooligan
They taught us how to hooliganise
We improved upon it
With paramilitary training
And Martial arts skills
And military training
Let them come
We are ready
For Mother Russia!
Bad
Bad
On
our coach on a fun day out.
Saw
a lorry on its side.
Bad.
A
car was underneath it.
Were
people in it?
Yes.
Two
dead.
Our
day turned sad.
Long
Long
Everyone's
waiting
for
the next big thing.
It
doesn't have to be big,
as
long as it's good...
Sunday 19 February 2017
Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series One by Jimmy Boom Semtex
"I've had
similar compliments on it. Yes, my dick is black. Big and black."
"May I touch
it?"
"Yes, go ahead.
Don't be scared, it won't bite you."
Mel slowly reached
out and felt his big weapon. It was warm to the touch and solid. He twitched it
up and down. She laughed madly. Fire Extinguisher Man did it again and Mel
doubled up with laughter, tears falling down her cheeks.
"I'm glad you
like it."
"I think it's
amazing. I really do," she managed to say in-between laughing.
Fire Extinguisher Man
kissed her again. She still held his cock and slowly tossed him off. Her hand
was too small to fully hold his penis. It was also massive in girth. His body
melted into hers and she felt his lust. Mel speeded up and her dream lover
groaned. This is like a dream come true! she
thought.
It didn't take long
for him to cum. Fire Extinguisher Man went rigid and gasped. His spunk shot out
all over her hand and her small titties. She shouted in glee and continued
tossing him off for a few more minutes. He remained hard.
"What did you
think of that then?" Fire Extinguisher Man asked, kissing Mel again.
"It was
ok," she whispered.
Friday 17 February 2017
THING
THING
Creeping through the undergrowth a shapeless
black beast hunts and lurks waiting to strike, a young couple out walking
disappear in the blink of an eye, gone.
Slaughtered sheep rot in a farmers’ field, it
was the creature of the underworld feeding its bloodlust.
No one knows why screams echo through the
forest startling the wildlife, this is a supernatural mystery in our time, some
things are best left alone, the dark left unseen.
Sacred Dream
Sacred Dream
You can’t steal my dream.
You can take everything I’ve got
but you can’t steal my dream.
I keep this dream alive thru the years.
It belongs to me, me alone.
Material things are a false God,
not for me.
My dream is my path.
My path my dream.
You can take all my stuff but never my dream.
Not ever.
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