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Monday, 9 April 2012

Real nightmare after cutting the hedge with strimmer clipping death machine, butchering small baby green shoots on a living tree shrub bush. Clip snip die mother fucker! Mother Nature kick arse bitch plants a bug in my fucking ear, to eat into my brain and fill my head with squiggles and pussycats. Why? I don’t know but it’s all of the above, making the hedge look smooth and not some ragged line.

I had a shower to get all the small cuttings off me, I saw a fly on my right arm – I killed it! Yuk! After my shower I cleaned my ears and in my right ear I found a small bug, alive on the cotton bud! How fucking awful, from out of my ear, a live thing with four or six legs, two twitching nerve ending antenna twitching like a Cruezfeldt Jacob Parkinson Alzheimer Mad Cow disease victim! Light brown, almost clear in colour.

I put some chemical on it to kill it, crap I use to stop my scalp itching, the crawler lived thru the devil juice! Must have enjoyed it! I fished it out of the rubbish bag and showed people this terror bug under a magnifying glass, I got a small spoon and paper and killed the bug by squashing its abdomen bringing its insides out into the open. A red mass of matter, just lush – NOT!

What’s this thing that was in my head, are there anymore? I better check now! Like something out of a horror film! Aaaaargh, there’s something live in my head, what do I do now?

Friday, 6 April 2012

JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER books by me are out on ebpub ebook now

6 Apr 2012

JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER books are on epub now go and get them lol

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A novel on war, witchcraft, scifi, fantasy, sex, death and hope. About the conflict between a group of young people who are freedom fighters, living by law of the gun, who face an army of immense power. Set after a major conflict in the near future. Who will win? Based in an alternate England after civil war and a European war. A shady mystical figure, Juniper's Daughter, is added to the mix to give a nail biting no holds barred but sentimental story of a great what if? With real characters including Sarah, a skilled warrior woman deeply troubled by her past and her friend John, her brother in battle. From the use of military weapons to raunchy erotic scenes set in the background of total war, this book is something very different. Watch out for the follow up.

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A novel following up Juniper's Daughter The Final War by Nick Armbrister. In a world full of violent gangsters, secret intelligence operatives, a shady witch called Juniper's Daughter, dark Goths and many other erotic characters, all are set for a showdown with the much vaunted English Army who is intent on invading and wiping them all out. The war rages on and the struggle continues in a world where poodle dogs have laser beam eyes and machine guns fire nuclear bullets. Science fiction meets the near future in this raunchy tough story of madness and dark humour. Set in a ficticious town called Renford in a war ravaged land, this story is an intimate look at one version of the future. Will people be nice to one another or will the Devil and death sweep the land?

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

new poems

Natalie. What is it with Dark Haired Gals?

In the Goth club it was fun. Usual early 80s tunes played on the decks. Very early Skeletal Family, The Elementals, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Xmal Deutchsland, early All About Eve and local bands in our disco called Sacha's Berlin.

Natalie dances like her spinning Spanish stunt plane she flies at weekends. Flight and music are her passions, in time she'll serve in her country's Air Force. Latino gal pilots aren't new; they fought in Spain back in the late 30s. Nat is following their Latin tradition.

Her band, a Goth band is her heart. She represents all that is good and relates to flight and Goth music. Her path is to fly and create music. Does Nat know that her path of music and flying will be remembered forever, crossing all divides, be it years, political or war. With dark brown hair and grey eyes, Natalie was only Latino in her heart. Her pale white skin wasn't suited to her country's capital city.

She was born her and followed her local/national bands with a passion. Her stunt plane was named Mayo after her Goth band. She danced and lived for the moment, her heart on her sleeve. Little did our lady know, she would be famous for all the wrong reasons. Nat danced on.

Natalie. Basic

Basic flight training was like dancing to The Elementals. Basic, scary and fun. Little did Nat know that in a year she would be at the controls of a deadly multi million dollar warplane in the wrong war, with the wrong enemy. No amount of gothic looks would appease her situation over the coming months. Was it all real? That was a distant question, not for now.

The girl danced and flew with equal passion and ferocity. Her brown hair was all over her face and she danced like a spinning airplane. Eyes shut, she was somewhere else. In her mind, she was in the cockpit of her red coloured training plane. Her flight instructor, Alberto, allowed Natalie to acrobat the little plane. She flew it with wildness that surprised everyone, including her.

Rolling upside down and pulling the control stick to her guts, the red airplane moved like a kid’s toy. Diving straight downwards, picking up speed. Alberto was going to take over before top speed was reached but Nat second guessed him and pulled back into a half loop. Up they went into the blue, a hawk in the heavens. Free. Natalie screamed in joy. Looking over at Alberto, her smile said it all. She was a born pilot.

When the record changed, Nat went to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine. Joining her friends, they chatted on guys, music and Nat’s new air force career. Several of her friends had nice boyfriends or lovers with them. In close embraces, they kissed and made small talk. Nat chatted to Katie, on the fundamentals of aerobatics and flight, demonstrating how to loop and roll with her hand. Her other held her wine. Time passed, music played, wine was drunk and Nat slow danced with Roberto.

Being Catholic and part of a close knit family, the girl was a bit of a rebel. Her mother wanted Natalie to marry and have children. Nat was having none of this; it was music, flying and the air force. Not even men like handsome Roberto swayed the girl for marriage. He was local and conscripted in the army. His passion was films and he had to give up college to serve his country. After a year he would finish his film studies off, if fate allowed. Both were friends and occasional lovers, now they danced in Sacha’s.

Monday, 2 April 2012

SHE HAS THE ANSWERS

It troubled her how it had come to this –

she knew each detail, each action, each thought –

but still it troubled her.

As she fell to her knees, her woollen skirt became sodden

with freshly fallen snow.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept

for her lost love, gone forever from this strife-torn world.

Soon she would do the ultimate sin and follow him.

Collapsing to the snow-covered ice, she was lost,

so lost and alone and filled with unbearable sadness.

She became a white mass, as indistinct as a lump of frozen ice.

Soon her body would shut down, as her mind had closed in,

concentrating on one thought – death.

To be with her soulmate.

Crying silently now, she opened her eyes.

The frozen fjord arced vertically out of her vision

filled with tears and falling snowflakes.

She only heard the noise, not of this place

when the huge grey shadow soared over her desolate form trailing fire.

Was it a Valkyrie coming to claim her?

A huge jolt shook her body through the ice

as the burning bomber smashed

onto the frozen lake, also dying,

a machine of war in her death throes

like the young girl, part of the slaughter

of another war – but as real.

Would the crew live or die like the evil

Norwegian girl and blazing plane?

Fate held the answers…

Thursday, 29 March 2012

poems i read live at rochdale mar29

LYNETTE (RIP my dear)

Not quite sure why your death affected me so much Lynette.
Left me very upset when I found out.
I'd just been to Tesco’s at Greenfield for Naomi.
I checked my messages and Mel told me of your death in a car accident.
Mel was upset and I felt her pain.
I looked on Mel's profile and saw your name.                                                                                   Why did you have to die?                                                                                                                    I'm unsure why I was sad.
It just seemed wrong.
I got back to Naomi's to do meditation and you Lynette was on my mind.
We did meditation and I was very sad.
Maria did Reiki healing on me and I told her what happened.
She said Oh No.                                                                                                                                      I cried then over a gal I'd never known and never would in this world.
Maybe in the next.
I sent healing to you Lynette, how the hell can I heal you when you're gone?
I sent it to your family and to my dear friend Mel in South Africa, half a world away.
I so wish Mel lived nearby, I'd be there for her.                                                                                 I wonder what you are like Lynette.                                                                                                   What makes you laugh, cry and happy.
NOW I can't coz your gone.
I pray to a better place.
Peace.

COLD COLD COLD (TRISH REID) thanx Trish

What’s the prize if you win this game,
what’s the price if you lose,
will a glimmer of hope remain,
there’s a catch if you set the pace                                                                                                                                                              no slowing down                                                                                                                                                                                                no one can stop this race

It’s cold, cold, cold                                                                                                                                                                          started out hot, but it’s moving the wrong way
cold, cold, cold it burns
stealing your soul away.                                                                                                                                                  What’s the odds against
dying in your sleep,
does it matter that much
when you’ve got your own cause to keep you warm
who knows when the faith turned into hate,
it will fall into place
when you meet yourself face to face.

If I’m on the right track
you’re pushing it way too far                                                                                                                                                             you’ll never get back, ‘cause                                                                                                                                                            you’re one of the losing pack
getting on yeah getting on down.
Where’s the glamour in                                                                                                                                                       reaping what you’ve sown.                                                                                                                                                                                       There’s no glamour in,                                                                                                                                                                                                                          slap back, heart attack
down and down we go
inside of your mind they speak to you,                                                                                                                                                          speaking in tongues,                                                                                                                                                                                         but every word rings true.