HAVE NO HATE, NOT

HAVE NO HATE, NOT

You just can’t grasp how much I hate the jumped up bullshit commercialism that is Xmas.                

I’m not a capitalist knob who loathes spending money, spending cash aint on my radar scope.    The commercial side of Xmas is crap, parting with dollars you’ve not got. To line the capitalist’s pockets, fat cat bastards. Fuck them! Buy two hundred beers and get pissed instead.

I don’t give a hoot on their views or hurt feelings. My anger will nail them to the fucking door. If I need something, I’ll go and steal it from you, got mugs to use on speed dial. You big fat rich capitalist.

What of the snow? All white and pretty. I’ll turn it red with your blood from your broken fucking nose, when you comment on snow. Shove your winter views up your fucking arse. To the snow lovers, I dare you to be in one metre of me and say you like snow.

This poem isn’t over. I’ll add to it when something else gets on my fucking tits.

No8 Chinese Prosperity 

On holiday in Taiwan enjoying a break on the west coast, fine five star hotel, great scenery, nice beach and pretty gals. Two weeks of bliss at a new holiday destination. Little was I aware that Red China was about to plan her invasion to unite her renegade province by force. Recent jet air combats left an uneasy peace with Taiwan the victor.

I got up at dinnertime after a long heady night out to see short range rockets hit the train station. Huge blasts ruptured the sky knocking me senseless. Medium range missiles thundered inland hitting hell knows what. Taiwanese jet fighters rose in their dozens form their bases and headed west. Distant explosions rocked the blue summer Asian sky, what do I do as the air attack sirens sound? 

agy

Agy

More empty promises from the likes of you agency liars.

Carve up the job market with a promise of work.

Little do we know how you have wrecked this industry.

And it’s all monkey work, I’ve seen a monkey do a better

Job than you! Move brown boxes from A to B in a futile

Effort for a bit of pocket money, no hard cash here.

Empty promises and sugar-coated lies. Take it from me,

Never register with one of these agencies, either go on

The dole or get a real job or do cash in hand illegally.

 

Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Two by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Lifting up her skirt, he gently stroked her long legs. With one hand he found her panties. Rubbing the front, she became wetter.

"Take me. Oh take me now!" Nalma gasped, at the height of arousal. Fire Extinguisher Man tickled her clit. She laughed and bit his lip.

"That's the way my Asian babe, that's the way. You're so bloody beautiful baby," Fire Extinguisher Man whispered, meaning it.

Inserting one finger, he massaged the sides of Nalma's cunt. Her legs trembled and she kissed for the Indian sub continent. A winner. With his free hand, Fire Extinguisher Man undid his belt buckle and slid his cream chino trousers down. His advantage popped out of his boxer shorts, ready for action. Working on Nalma's clit, he made her cum. It didn't take long. She screamed. Pussy juice ran over his hand. It smelled both musty and fresh.

Nalma placed a hand on his neck and they kissed some more. Her other checked out Fire Extinguisher Man tool. She swore when she realised how big it was. Taking the hint, her lover pulled her panties aside and put his massive cock on her pussy, pushing his bell end in. It was his turn to groan. Nalma's orgasm returned when Fire Extinguisher Man stimulated her, putting eight more inches inside her. Her cunt tightened on the massive muscle; he began pumping away for Pakistan. Asian babes were the best. They were so exotic.

Fifteen minutes later their first quick fuck was over. It broke the ice in ways that talking never would. Nalma lay in Fire Extinguisher Man's arms. Her brown skin stark against his white body. His tool was the colour of her hair. He ran his fingers through, it was so fine. Nalma is beautiful. I think she's the finest lady I've ever met.

"That was wonderful," she said, smiling at her new lover.

NAV

NAV

Hard to believe that the seagulls inland are lost.                                                                                               

How an earth did they end up dozens of miles from the coast?                                                                    

Don't they know Blackpool is an hour away by car?                                                                                       

Give the seagulls a lift or lend them your Tom Tom sat nav.                                                                                                                       

I saw a huge white gull looking for the ocean.                                                                                          

This way and that the poor bird flew.                                                                                                                      

I pointed west and where I thought Blackpool was.                                                                                     

The seagull knew I was wrong and dive bombed me.                                                                                                      

A big blob of bird shit spattered my black boots!                                                                                                          

I raised my fist in anger and he (or she) tried to peck my bloody eyes out!                                                             

I leave it to God to direct lost seagulls!

Hals Und Beinbruch

Hals Und Beinbruch
Why does German gothic/industrial/electro body music/gay high energy music sound just that? Is it because it is? Blended together by geniuses who know their art. They see the world differently than us. And this is their gift. The music of madness. Think of HR Geiger's art in audio form. Taking you on a journey not known where? Will you emerge from the other side? Enjoy the trip. Myself, I'm booked on the next one. See you soon at the other side of madness.

My Blade, My Life (by Mel)

My Blade, My Life (by Mel)
With trembling hands, she reaches for her blade. She tells herself it will be the last time.
She tells herself this every time.
She never succeeded before, but will just have to now.
With the blade in her hand, she breaks out into a cold sweat.
She starts shivering and her heart beats faster.
She thrives on these feelings,
she tells herself she must do it, and she knows what she is about to do, but she does not care.
She takes the blade and slits her wrists -
Bad, real Bad...
The blood starts pouring from her wrists, exposing bone, flesh - her hands dangling -
She drops the blade and minutes later drifts off into a world of her own. Her life had little meaning, and now - No meaning at all.
She had to do it.
Now she is free from pain and suffering.
And now she has succeeded....