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Wednesday, 31 July 2024
grizzled
Tuesday, 30 July 2024
Jimmy Sold Out
Jimmy Sold Out
There was once a sales manager called Jimmy. He worked in Spain’s top commercial company selling all types of goods from light bulbs to candy bars to laptop computers. He was the best seller there was but always wanted more. Not more money for he was a multi-millionaire many times over maybe even a billionaire. He wanted more sales along with the sweet taste of success. Success was his most sacred thing. It brought money which he had and power. He was powerful being from a commercial political military family. Even in one of those areas there was power to have all three was to be both gifted and brilliant. He had all three or excelled in all three. With a father and brother who were top businessmen, a sister who was running for national leaders and his own service in the army, Jimmy was the way to the future. He wanted increases across the board. More business ventures, more political influence and increased military strength. With all his skills he was at the top of his game and could advance no further. So something different needed to be done; a pact with Satan and his minions of darkness. This would bring all the success he wanted and then some.
Jimmy went with Onzina to meet a strange man who didn’t say much. This quiet yet influential figure was from Vietnam. He was called Demang. He was a trim 140 pound athlete type of youngish guy who worse sports clothing and a silenced pistol visible in his waistband on a friction clip. They met at a coffee shop on a busy Tuesday afternoon. Jimmy took a pause in his business to organize the meeting. Ozina was his second in command. Both resonated success and power. Demang had even more of it. They drank coffee and got down to business pretending to discuss a sales deal; in reality it was how to get extra success. It was simple really. You need to both do what I did. Believe in what you’re doing and sell your soul to Satan. That’s it. Write it down on paper, what you want. Believe in it. Speak it out loud then burn the papers. And lastly you invoke Satan. He will rapidly give you what you want. Jimmy nodded and conversed with Onzina. Both nodded and said yes. Demang went and ordered more coffee. They went into the smoking part of the coffee shop. Demang produced a golden fountain pen and said let’s do it. He passed the two guys paper and the pen. Each wrote down their soul trade. Demang told them again what to do repeating that they needed to believe a hundred percent. They both whispered it invoked Satan and lit the papers with a petrol lighter Demang had. Then they drank their coffees and had nice big fat cigars. Jimmy had these just for this occasion. They toasted to more success and the positive illicit gains it would bring. Jimmy had sold his soul to the Devil. He also sold his best pal’s too. The forces of darkness became more powerful. One more step closer to global domination and a victory against the witch and the forces of light.
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Saturday, 27 July 2024
new poems
Let Me Out!
The Spanish were upset
An oil tanker sank a mile offshore
The water was a mile deep
Yet the tide would carry the oil
Ashore so it would ruin the beaches
Kill the fish eradicate the birds
Blacken swimmers poison the sea
Turn the sand to asphalt
Do a hundred other evil things
Blame the typhoon blame the captain
Blame all things but it’s clear
The ship is no longer afloat
It’s at the bottom of the sea
All that juicy engine oil waiting
To escape to poison all things
Let me out let me out let me out!
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Chinky Earphones
The black earphones were made in Red China by CCP turtles
They worked for a year giving reasonably good sound
Then the right side stopped working it was totally dead
It was out of guarantee just over one year old
The left side still worked fine with clear sound
That was fine if you were ok with it that way
He wasn’t ok with that not at all he cursed their crap
Nowt but mass produced junk made by slave labour
He listened to three songs tried messing with it
Unplugging them bending the wire increasing the volume
He looked at the wire it appeared fine so what was it?
What exactly was the motherfucking problem!
His white earphones would do the job he swapped them
Tried a song full volume the sound was at both ears
These had something wrong the frequency range was off!
No vocals came thru just a mass of static with bass
Back to his other black pair he’d listen with his left ear
It was better than garbled sound of no music at all
Both pairs made in Red China by CCP turtles
All stolen shit copied crap made by bastards!
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Those Risks
They say soccer is a dangerous game to play
And yes there are risks when you join a team
All hustle and bustle score the winning goal!
You can be knocked unconscious
You can swallow your tongue
You can break a leg
You can have a heart attack
You can be killed by rocket attack
Yes there are risks yet winning is worth it
Would you take a risk and play soccer?
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Russian civil war/what would it be like? Let’s see/go! Dispose Putin
Saturday, 20 July 2024
ONRADICALS – MIXED POEMS Jimmy Boom Semtex
Butt Sore
The arse crack of the guy is sore
His pal poured vinegar onto it
It was fine before then
And he added some sand too
Not off the beach but builders’ sand
His butt crack really itched
Made him walk side to side
Just wait till he got better
His pal would be sore!
Throwaway
Listen to the record and how
It tells of other people’s lives
The same as our lives or not the same
What would it be to swap lives and be them?
Be them just for a day they become me
What of it all this short term change over?
I think I’d welcome being them for a day
Would I like their life adore or hate it
Loath their bad parts embrace the good
Idle thought while listening to The Smiths
Only now in 2024 have I listened to the records
35 years behind the hard core fans
It’s only throwaway rock n roll music
With depressing lyrics same as life
Movements Ongoing
What of the decisions you made
In the last decade
What of the decisions you made
Where do you stand today
What of the decisions you made
In the over last two years
What of the decisions you made
In your life full of varied events
What of the decisions you made
You decided to marry a man
What of the decisions you made
Instead of marrying a woman
What of the decisions you made
To alienate your mother
What of the decisions you made
Walking out of the house
What of the decisions you made
That you made today
What of the decisions you made
Going half a world away
What of the decisions you made
To be with him…
Shell shock a hard life/never knew what he wanted/memory damage
Sunday, 14 July 2024
Muscle Man 400
Muscle Man 400
Demang weighed 400 pounds. That was Pepsi and crisps. Yet he looked like 140 or a bit less. That was healthy living. Indeed a slight muscle man. How was it possible? Dark arts. And not the witch...
It was possible to do all things if you were in charge and had power. This went both ways for the witch and her enemy the Devil. Her nemesis always seemed to lose. He was doing a new plan. He would impregnate women and give them healthy offspring. These would grow up and work for him and further his cause of darkness. His tool being an Army Of Darkness by using his muscle tool and basic biology.
Juniper's Daughter faced Demang again but now physically different. No longer weighing four hundred pounds he was a trim one forty with an athletic body. Most women were turned off by a large fat man. They were not by a slim muscle guy.
He picked up his ladies in varied places. From the gym to a bar to atop a mountain. He always referred to them as his ladies. He treated them with dignitary and respect. Then they never refused him. He could've used his dark magic but he liked it all natural. That is by biology. His trim body and charm brought him results. It worked and was his gift. This version of Demang had many ladies over a decade. Satan's army would grow in the future. Each kid had its life planned out before birth. All for darkness and dark deeds. His time on Earth well spent to take over the planet and fill Hell with more souls/victims. There were so many to choose from!
Demang had many forms. There was the alpha male who said he wasn’t who worked in a Italian call centre. His skills were selling business and leadership. Plus being a chick boy with a host over lovers well into double digits; all were pregnant or had kids off him.
There was the Asian businessman who lived in both the Middle East and Far East. He had nine kids with seven women. Business was many things as was negotiating. More kids were planned off lovers half his age. This version of Demang was like a very refined fine wine.
There was the historical Soviet communist. He was a dinosaur and loathed capitalists. He regularly made love to women half his age, policeman’s wives, Red Chinese communist field operatives and others. He had bred a few too with more to go.
There was the German married pervert. His wife loved him and did most things in bed except three or foursomes. What she didn’t do he did with other gals. He hated getting caught and was soon to find number four. The wife was pregnant. Others would follow.
There was the Jordanian muscle man who you’ve already met who used his muscle body to pump away all night and all day. He had a fast body fast mind could handle himself. Like the rest he would breed successfully many times.
All impregnated gals to raise an army of darkness. Maybe the witch should be pregnant by the real Demang the 400 pound version? How would she take it? Badly of course. It was bad enough facing a military general genius who worked for Satan and who was addicted to Pepsi. What could be worse? It always went back to that. What was worse?
How would the witch combat this? Her charm and seduction skills for she knew what would happen.
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Demang was getting it on. The witch was actually being fucked by the Devil! She was testing him out or this manifestation of Demang. If it was the 400 pound version she would be squashed flat. Yet the fat fucker had a certain beauty that words or emotions couldn’t describe. The 140 model was sublime and fucked all night long. He simply ideal in all ways. She protected herself by her magic and psychic spells. Nothing could harm her not even Satan’s big cock inside the witch. Juniper’s Daughter was an honest person especially with herself. Sometimes she needed a right good hard fuck with all the bells and whistles on. Her moans and shouts filled the small cheap hotel room.
Demang grunted and thrust away his toned muscles working like a machine. It was an enjoyable time if a bit surreal. The Master of Darkness bonking the Mistress of Light. These things happened it was part of life and of all things. Would the Universe collapse and galaxies collide? No. it was just sex! Her mother Juniper would complain but hadn’t she done similar things? What if the Devil compared the two? The witch hadn’t thought of that! She shut away the thought before it escaped. As her memory of when she sucked a man up her pussy and killed him. She was a witch and was beyond physics.
Demang fucked her press up style keeping his arms extended then going down on his palms and bending his elbows. His cock was up the gal and his muscles did the work, cock and upper body. The gal enjoyed it. The gal was the witch. He was a human robot. What did that make her? The bed creaked under his supposed 400 now 140 weight. Such a muscle man such a good lover. Would the witch fuck him if he was his usual 400 pound jelly bulk? An age old question. Demang knew she’d been fucked by other big fat guys before one even 500 pounds. She was a witch and immortal! Yes her mortal body could easily be killed but she was just as easily reborn. She was a Goddess.
Back to the bonking and the muscle man did his piece making Juniper’s Daughter moan like she was in pain. She whimpered in the most sublime pleasures a human could get. Well except for Demang doing his psychopath role slicing up people for Satan! He wanted to slice and dice the witch up after sexually abusing and hurting her. For that he needed the Devil’s permission. That was after he’d completed this mission, he would ask. He could kill her but Satan was touchy for his operatives stepping on his toes. All things needed his permission. His finger was in every pie. In a way it was Satan shagging the witch right now. Not with his real cock though as it was really over three feet long! This human version was big enough and not even black!
After sex or lovemaking or whatever it was the witch clicked her fingers and Demang disappeared. She’d sent him to Antarctica while he was naked! Such was her spell work skills and sarcasm!
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