Ultima Thule Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

Ultima Thule

Jimmy Boom Semtex

 

Green Woman 1

There's a woman who lives in a bottle green painted wooden house by the sea. All alone because she's a bitch. A strong statement for someone you don't know. Would you want to know her? I wouldn't. Not after she said she'd shoot herself when her dog finally dies. She was caught in the woods by some kids and hurriedly hid the gun. She lied to them, said it's picnic time.

 

Green Woman 2

What do we make of this lady who lives by the ocean, alone? In a green wooden house. Some would call this paradise. Does she? She's a little mad. Her family ignores her. Her husband died and she was going to top herself. Down in the woods with a pistol. A group of kids caught her. No food. A shaky lie: I've ate it. The gun hidden. Why is she this way? Would you talk to her? Be her friend? I wouldn't. I'd tell her what I thought of her. Show her the imbalances that torment her mind. Imagine her talking to herself in her little green house. A world of her own making. madness abounds.

 

Green Woman 3

What do we make of Olive? Her son won't speak to her. It was a row. His mum found out he got wed 2 months later. Not talking keeps the peace and works really well. But imagine the lost years. Gone forever more. In their lucid moments this family will be terrified. What the hell have they done? Especially the mad mother. Does she miss her dead husband? Why did she want to die? Grief or depression or insanity? Such a shame she doesn't enjoy her pretty green ocean house. Or does she? Assumptions.

 

Rushya

So it's true. There's a place where bad things happen by people who're fifteen foot tall. They used to rule half of the world. And want to rule it again. They're extending their steel gloved hand. Slowly feeling and grinding the way. Don't like it? Prepare to get squashed. Their tools aren't nice nor methods sublime. Maybe you can ask God for help? Will He staunch the bullshit from Moscow? Not on this watch. Haven't you heard? KGB Putin is higher than the Almighty. And has more book sales than the bible. His torture manual is a must have read. As is his frozen war manual. Watch your back. Rushyans are coming to a country near you. Prepare to be assimilated.

 

Booka Booka Bank

Oh that bank is the booka bank full of wankers. They have ashtray hearts. Cryptic talking bastards. Give me my cash. It's mine, not yours. I want it before there's another global crash. I'm not primitive. I'm a 22nd Century Cadillac guy. So wise up and play the white man. Pass me the money ball. It's about me, not you. Where would you prissy office staff be without Yankee Joe? You're being spoil sports icing up my card and burning my cake. How will Jimmy pay for his new tank? You lazy staff in the booka booka bank. You can join the bloodclot ish man and get fucked by Fire Extinguisher Man and his big black 12 inch cock. Bend over you bankers!

 

On The Beach

Imagine walking on a beach after you finish school. Enjoying time alone. Happy that your studies are going well. In your own little world. Then they come for you. Snatch you off the beach. Take you to their boat and kidnap you. You've never been so scared. Not knowing what's happening or why. Little do you know, you won't see Japan again. Enemy soldiers came for someone. They found you. They need Japanese citizens to teach spies the language. But you don't want to do this. You go crazy. Not in anger but mentally. Your 'life' there doesn't work out. Your fate is bad. 'Suicide' by drug overdose. Your body thrown into a pit with others. A terrible fate. North Korea did this to you. And to many more who are missing.

 

Dissident Despair

It's 25 years this Sunday since the fall of the wall. I remember that day. As do many others. They include people imprisoned due to their actions or beliefs. They still suffer in silence for what the enemy nation did to them. East Germany. Their jailers escaped justice and the politicians who commanded them got big fat pensions. Where's the justice? How will both sides celebrate the fall of the wall? A gap as wide as a blown bridge, uncrossable? Today parents try to tell their children that political opposition was the right path. How to explain the fat cat politicos who studied degrees on how to silence their opponents at a Stasi funded uni? Even today, those titles are recognized with a fat salary and pension. Today some Stasi headquarters are museums and memorials to a dark history of informants, torture and oppression. The victims give talks at schools on their experiences and counselling and support groups help too. Is it enough? No. Think of the forced labour. Financial payouts try to amend this evil. Too little too late. Stolen years and betrayed lives. What of new born babies stolen from their parents? People today hang 'missing' posters on the wall of Cottbus prison. Both Nazi and Stasi committed evil tyranny here. If only the walls could talk. Some children were born in 88. Before everything changed. And still look for their relatives. Do they find them? A few do and have happy reunions. They're not publicly recognized or compensated. And what of Karin Ulbricht? The girl who demonstrated in Leipzig before the wall fell. Are her dreams realized? Was it all worth it?