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My Husband the Whore 3 Jimmy Boom Semtex

My Husband the Whore 3

Jimmy Boom Semtex

When they parted, the lady smiled and commented, ‘Not bad. You’re ok at kissing. I’m Neptune. What did you say your name was again?’

‘Wow, Neptune eh? I’m Joe. You got me there,’ Joe laughed. ‘Thanks on liking my kisses. May I kiss you again?’

‘Yes, you may…’

Joe did so. She didn’t pull back or knee him in the balls. She took Joe on a trip to… Neptune! Or at least that’s what it seemed like while he was in her arms on the dancefloor in the alternative club. The record changes from Metallica to The Cult. They still kissed away and he ran his fingers all over her body…

It was three records later when they stopped. Joe was bright red, all giddy and light headed. He offered to buy Neptune a drink and she accepted, wanting a pint of beer! He wobbled over to the bar and ordered the drinks.

That meeting was a special one, in Joe’s eyes. Neptune was a real lady, alternative, with a good figure, she liked cool bands, was thirty five years old but looked twenty seven; she had some nice tattoos and was single. She was a mature student studying at the Manchester University, doing a course on archaeology and history. This was her third and final year.

Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing, :) Kindle Edition

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Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing, :) is the new poetry collection by alternative author Jimmy Boom Semtex. 

The fifteen thousand words cover many areas in different sections. Aircraft are covered in the first section, people in the second, alternative writing in the third and strange things in the last part. A bonus section includes Jimmy's joint writing project with dark romance author P.J. Reed.

This book compliments and adds to Jimmy's other unique poetry/prose collections.

Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Happy Worker

We are the ultimate machine. They make us do all the factory jobs at double speed. Produce this metal product, accurate to a thousand of an inch; bake the cake on an industrial scale; refuel the nuclear reactor with your bloody bare hands. Don't they know there's risks involved here? We can get hurt! All because our boss is mean and wants his profits. Well I'll soon change that. I'll blow his damn factory up and him with it! But before I do, I'll make him the slave. So he can know how it feels.

Word Down

Word Down

All the words turned to air.

Simply disappeared into the ether.

At first we thought you'd stolen them.

Maybe one or two but not three million.

In three thousand four hundred languages.

We want them back so do cough up.

Or you'll go to jail for a very long time.

Do we have a deal?

The missing words for your liberty?

Nice words like beer and books.

I'll give you thirty minutes to decide.

Then it's war with the word police.

You see the blame is on you.

For being uneducated and dim.

Forget the real reason.

Why our words disappeared.

You must be blamed.

And I'll be the hero forevermore.

True Time

True Time

That was the time.

I know it for a fact.

But I can't remember what happened.

Was it something good or bad?

Or nothing at all?

I know you won't help me.

We fell out last Xmas.

You cut down my tree.

The dwarf was mad, sad and homeless.

He cut your hand.

Small retribution.

I share my home with the dwarf.

He's my only friend.

We drink beer together.

Join us.

We'll drink your blood.

And party round your corpse.

Then remember the dwarf's tree.

You join his tree, a memory.

BACKFIRE

BACKFIRE

Soviet Backfire bomber flies high over Europe from its Northern Russian base. Speeding along in the thin air, eleven miles above the ground it hurtles along to the target. Nothing has caught this dark angel on its way to carry out its master’s work, the devil’s deeds. RAF Tornados scream up on twin tails of fire, trying to catch the massive enemy before it’s all too late. Soviet pilot lights his burners and tries to climb higher, using more precious fuel; his plane cant do it, he is at his limit as the Tornado comes shooting by, 65,000 feet. Missile away, Skyflash in the air, radar guided death at Mach 4 – a race to see who can get away first. The Russian nearly makes it but the missile pins him down, huge explosion and the backfire dies, falling metal, burning fuel . Having done his job the Tornado turns for home and England is safe again until the next attack. What if the Blackjack comes along? Will the Tornado be able to get him?