Angelle Faces Song

Angelle faces in the crowd.
God is coming to this town
Angelle presence in my mind
My angelle wings were left behind
Once again I live for the dream
Seen in an angelles light beam
This to protect the child
Nurturing the wild
Where angelles have tiled
Coming where you live with style
So someday you can be a star
If you are a good person
And collect hope in a jar
As the world is rough
Around the edges
Make is better
Through good deeds and pledges
And a welcoming heart
To make the angelle start
Angelle wings and finer things
Come to you when the bell rings
Angelle faces in the now
Spread the quotient
To show this old house
So many demons
So many lose hope
Lather yourself up with my angelle soap
Sharp is a mind to make a verse in
To be a better person
As the new year comes on
From chance on the lawn
Less derranged than locomotional change
There was once an apple
From which we learned
Then came the knowledge
Which most scholars served
To make it blurbed
As such a quest instills me
Provocation for the mind
The style of knowledge
Held in kind
As you programme yourself
With material wealth
To live out your dreams
Angelle faces and light beams
Sun in sense of the word
That light souls verd
Transgressing hapanstance
In a numerical passion
Stirring a commotion
To get a reaction
Cauter to cater
To an albino alligator
Then notice the blurb
Of the adjacent verb
Light to an angelle
In the blink of a sangelle
Subject to exception
In the throw of a die
Angelles and faces
In the blink of an eye
Angelles and faces
With no stress absorber
To a warm winter
And then a frost tinter
To sun in a dial
Then I'm on trial

Song-The Ocean's Diamonds

Diamonds in the ocean
And I'm sailing free
Whoa what a way to be on the sea
Down in a sarcastic plea
Life is magical like a giving tree
Everything changes
Everything now is the same
Confronting vigor
In mother nature's name
Everything is made of love
That you cannot claim
Bowling for a shove
Of verse and refrain
Diamonds in the ocean
And I'm sailing free
Oh what a way to be on the sea
Life has been such a catastrophe
When can I rest upon a feeling of glee?
Take time to make time
Upon this mountain
Resting on this beach
The crests are my fountain
The sea is a currency
All it's own
Struck upon by the wind
All alone...

Hurry up Mr. Seagull
On this beach
What do you think if someday
I become president
Would you impeach?
Now I'm so lonely
Covered in bugs
Should I nestle in the sand?
And give the ocean hugs?
When will they listen to my pleas?
This hospital has me on hands and knees
Begging for a cure
They kick me out the door
Why can't they be like the ocean?
Which is a forever store
Salty water and a piece of weed
Stuck to my leg
Like this bug's seed
Parasites in my stomach
Worms on my arm
Yes this is an emergency
And a cause for alarm

But sitting here by the ocean
Imagination in my mind
This is something god dreamed up
What a place to unwind
Diamonds in the ocean
Grab one for me
Maybe I can use it
As hospital currency?
I beg for a doctor...
Can I fish one from this perch
All they do is call me "schizo"
Then pretend to besmirch
That's not a great excuse
To someone about to die
Maybe they should talk to that satellite
With a bird's eye
Yes they know I'm here
They know exactly who I am
I'm the guy who writes poetry
And the occasional jam

Diamonds in the ocean
Can't you see?
What the hell is wrong?
I bet you're glad you're not me?
If that is the excuse
Disregard my positivity
I'll take it to another place
I don't like to give it free
If that is the excuse
A view to a kill?
There are diamonds in the ocean
Dive down and have your fill.

Pick Asidz: Strap yourself In

Blank: We are on an airplane playing paintball wars in the iso chamber...Trax is naughty to Locamotion and can plug her in and and hack from her on the gridframe computer hooked in to the Autoplane.

Trax: I practice kenpo in the subverseaplane's aft section...Loca can hook into the the grid nexus by bodyshifting.

Crux: I can use my nanites to telespond with Locamotion and Brickxy. I'm hooked into their nanoplexus.

Blank: When Flipsidz and Cannibal created these androids with the help of brainchild they really knew what they were doing.

Loca: The plane is state of the art as a transmogromoph...

New ideas from Joshua Paul Shepard

Vampires killed Jesus Christ and tried to enslave the werewolves who loved him...
Beasts love God in all his glory, those demons come to life are worse than those with "the curse"!

Seismographic/sonic satelittes to find oil over the globe...

Condo Electric Hydrofoils-faster than bullet train-used to promote world trade-called "Skimmers"-on underwater seismic rails-mapped out with sonar bouys to establish "gridline"

Sharks are scared of high pitched sonar waves-like dogs-used by dolphins and whales in pods-can make shark dissuaders-disrupt the sense of balence and balast in their inner ear

Water can drown the Marvel character "Wolverine"-only way he can be killed-I think?

Micondra-another term for werewolf-besides lycanthrope

Sustenance Song

New Version-different than one on poetry.com

At the end of the night
I can feel my own plight
It's my destiny brought forth to me-eee...
Is it close to me?
Is it endlessly?
Is it captivity?
Or is it yearning for my dreams to see-eee...
Look about
Look abort
Dreaming bout my ship coming to port
Everytime I look at one...
I see it in the reflection of a gun...
I don't understand it how?
Sustenance can eat your brow.
I don't know if it can?
Thin about the reign of man
Everytime I look around
I see sustenance to be found...

Supersleuth Song

Kirsten is a kitty Kat
I stepped up to bat
Went around with the pat
And sat around the angels
Think about you tell me why?
Think about in Hell you cry?
Think about the ways you know you can, angel?
Everybody knows that you're addicted to my prose
Running round on lows
That mind crows blows
Hey Hey hey...
Hey Hey hey...
Hey Hey hey...Lord!
Everytime I grow a nose
Smelling salts to my slows
Running round on my toes...hey baby!
Hit a quarter with a nail
Think about the ways I sail?
Time is infrequent to a lady..
But when I step up to bat
I think about the kitty Kat
I don't need no freaking gat...no slave thee!
Cause it's a slave to the grind
Who wants to press rewind
But the button is too hard to find
When you want some peace of mind
Everybody get in line
And the dog got left behind...
Oh yeah everybody...
Sing it loud someone!

The three stupidest things I ever did or said

1) Said Osama Bin Laden was my "spiritual father"-which I attest to coming off several psych medications when I wrote it on "Movie Times"-I hate that guy just like the rest of America as I was in New York for 9/11...(I did it for attention...)

2)Said Stan Lee killed Jack King Kirby-again I was coming off several psych meds and apologize for the hundreth time to Marvel and it's founder-(Maybe he was a little overworked...could see it in his eyes?)

3)Said "this is like Godzilla", during the 9/11 attack on New York City while I was walking around trying to escape the crows-ended up drinking with a russian friend named Natalia Mitchenko from when I worked at "Grey Advertising"-Love you baby...

Ghostbuster Conceptualizations

These are conceptualizations for a new "Ghostbuster Movie"-

1) Portable Confinment unit in Hummer-springs huge ghost trap-in case of emergency

2) New "Slimer" good ghost who they use as bait to capture bad ghosts, maybe call her "phantoma"

3) After-life machine-turns people into ghosts by seperating their spirit from their bodies for 24 hours-see ghostworlds

4) Ghost Extinguishers-Neuron Beam Proton Packs-can reverse stream settings from electron to neuron to proton...to capture different types of gheists easilier and make it harder to escape with three settings

5) Delta Wave Modulators-like a ghost gps-new improved module-can be turned incorporeal to use with After-life machine to enter ghost terras

Tangent Twisterz Song

I wrote this song originally in a hotel room and someone stole it and it got put on Kjee as "Tangent Twister", so I renamed and rewrote the lyrics...

Like a roller coaster in a toaster
This romeo must fly
Like a hand grenade in a microwave
I need another piece of the pie
Shockwave to the ground
Listen to the sound
Pretense holds it's passion
Then the tangent twisterz
Those sweet misters
Running around
With thoughts aground of you
Oh, oh tangent twisterz
Those sweet insistors
Life is a knife cutting through the dew
Listen to the sound
Of thoughts spinning round
Poetry in motion
Feeling the pound
Of time run down
Drinking love's potion
A portion of this
A smidgeon of that
That spells devotion
And oh, oh the Tangent Twisterz
Those sweet enlistors
Gave in to the world
Tossed and turled
Popping heaven's blisters...

Pick Asidz: Grin and beer it

Flipsidz: I'm playing alittle joke on the "Duetz" creu as I put a camera in Sicco's cowboy tie and I am monitoring their little drinking contest. I put something special in one of their beers. Someone will get lucky tonight with a nanomachine hangover...

Back at Sicco's pad...

Trax: So is this a drinking contest or what?

Sicco: Yeah the object is to get drunk...you think you can handle that?

Trax: I can handle it! I'll take my beer mug and dangle it dauntingly.

Crux: Can you handle your liqour boy?

Trax: If it's only beer, no problemo. That hard stuff has me puking for an hour or so.

Sicco: Lightweight! What would happen to Loca if she drank a brewski?

Crux: Systems malfunction right?

Trax: Well she is mostly human, but I assure you that eating and drinking are normalcy for her bioautonomous system. She takes in nourishment and her system turns it into energy kinda like the updated car in "Back to the Future". She tells me all the time that she wants to make me an android when I die. She will be waiting a long time though, I hope. What about Brikxy?

Pick Asidz: A grunt is gorgeous

Slikx: A grunt is gorgeous coming from a vixen of fleshy fixings. Or a rainbow upon a cloud spreading the morning dew that we all know what it smells like...A sideways venture is as celebrius as a wild fox on a fox hunt. But the best kinds of lucrative payouts come from out of body experiences in dreams. Men worship those cause when they wake up their wives can't ask "You were cheating on me again weren't you?" I can keep those to myself like when I watch porno streams in my panic room.

Pick Asidz: Negotiate my tender

Negotitate my tender
Then put it into a blender
Resusitate my conscience
Then followed me on since
Here comes the crazy fist
After our anniversary trist
Black as a bunny painted
Reflected on a situation outdated
Pucker up
Cause buttercup is the batter up
Hitting a pop fly
Into heaven's window...

Pick Asidz: Alas, I had a vision

Trax: I had this dream the other night where Loca turned into a transforming robot. She transformed into a confection machine and I had free access to nanite condoms. She being the dispensor...I asked her to turn into a cigarette machine, but she flashed a warning sign of, "Do not smoke...smoke is for another bloke."

Mangled Mockerys of Mankind

To: My biggest fans and worst enemies...

Mangled Mockerys of Mankind
Like to kill you slow
Then press rewind
Mangled Mockerys of Mankind
Don't want you to sign deals
To help you bind
The rest of your life
Spent in a makeshift prison
Believing in consequence
Living up to a vision
Hold on to your hat
You can eat it
If you are hungry
Don't look at his face
You pigmonkey!
She laughs when I cry...
But hurry up...
We both want to die?
Not me...
You first!
You seem to have misfortune
Well rehearsed
You've got a house
When I've got Mental Health
Reversal of fortune soon
No need to use stealth
What happens when I move away?
Leaving all this to you...?
How many caged animals can live in this zoo?
Mangled Monkeys of Mankind
I see no angels...
Just people letting demons
Rule their minds!

Pick Asidz: Chalkboard

Blank: (looking at diagram)
Allright class is in session smith and wesson!
In this world there are sharks, guppies and tadpoles...
The tadpoles are the children who are too small, and no one wants to eat anyway.
The guppies are frugle and the sharks eat the rest.
Questions?

Clyde: What about swordfish and eels?

Crux: Does that mean that the guppies can get slippery too, and then become a shark?

Sicco: What about the fat fish?

Cleu: Do the tadpoles go cry to the sharks?

Trax: What about the nurse sharks Blankdaddy?

Blank: Okay I was just being hypothetical...there is always someone bigger, badder, meaner and more vicious than yourself. Makes your face...

To: My Biggest Fans and worst enemies!

Hop Along (My shower song)

I see life like a little flower
Days go by slow
Living Hour for Hour
Rain feels like a forgiving shower
Building my credentials like an ancient tower
Hop along to a secret trist
Guilty as not charged
Case Dismissed
Goodbye to the Goodbye Blues
In the land of pick or choose
Here come heaven
There goes hell
Like a game of kiss or tell
Don't become such a speed racer
Sucking down another chaser
See for all
See for one
This is the story
Where we have fun
Think about the daze you can
Look inside and see the man
Humpty Dump and Humpty Rump
Think they've seen the same old slump
Hop Along to a treat
Rows aligned
In temporal so neat
Hook me up with a dollar
Hop it along without a collar
Sorting out my solure
Beasts are born with volure
Packs of mist
Till they are told
To be a soldier in spirit
To become bold
Then they are made corporeal
Even as spirits they can heal...

Sodden Earth: Prologue

Year 2050-

People are buying "juice" ie: genometrical solutions to be injected hypogenically into their cortoplexus'. The "juice" is the ergonometry to genetic manipulations, that can heighten physical and mental attributes. "Brain Feeders Corp" makes and controls distrubution of the solutions, plus makes the incisional entropod stimulator to coallign with the feed. The "entropod" is a tiny nanomachine that stimulates the endocrine glands and positions the brain to integrate the solution into the body. Then depending upon circulation to carry the enzymes to specific body parts. The competitor of the "juice" is the "nanospring" which is nanomechs hyperinjected into the bloodstream, then controlled by a computer to stimulate different areas of the body into accelerated actions. The company in charge is called "NanoStylers".

High end "juice" mixes zenotypes of different animal genomes to be extrapulated then fed through "ziplines" intravenously...

The military and certain athletes were the first underground test subjects of such, intending to endow themselves with superhuman characteristics, making them what was called "Muti-Pros".

Opera

Death doesn't come easy
Towards my kind
Those who stepped forward
But were left behind..
Not so easy to win a taunted race
Slaughter comes slowly to a surmounted chase
Life extraordinary is the exception to those golden rules
On come the gruff
And other kinds of fools
Daunted and daring
Through disbelief
Don't call me a liar
Don't call me a thief...

Pick Asidz: CataVoltage

Catapult: You know the cool thing about telekinesis is that I can kill a person with a thought? Disallign a bloodvessel, cause a hemorage or make them spring a leak. Blood is the thing that makes the body go round! Not like I try to play God though...even though I have a thing for speculating into innocence. I'm an anonymous superhero of sorts...a vigil vigilante underground porn producer, who gets tired of his day job and likes to make things fly around. I've yet to try the garbage can lid/flying saucer routine or super cat. Stupid cat would hate me if I flipped it over without it being able to control itself. Me now meow, they are all so self involved without selflessness. Altruism is more convoluted when all you want to do is play and lick yourself clean afterwards. This chick Luna I just met is more of a dog person, although she says she loves and has turtles at home, and on Halloween dresses them up with little ninja costumes. Would that be cute to see them fighting with little swords and daggers? I bet I could make them do that someday! Luna has scanned my cousin Trax, as he is the one who inherited the telepathy in the family. That freaking Trax gets all the attention...while people like me and Blank stay anonymous by laying low, but I still manage to talk to Luna Cole through e-mails. She just sent me pics the other day, what a babe...the first thing I wrote back is, "do you want to be in a movie?" She said, "not in your kind Pulty". She is the one who secretly interviewed my cousin. He wants to join up with the F.B.I.'s Psychic Affairs division led by Traz Nicolson. Traz has this rogue operative named Flipsidz under him, who everybody thinks is so cool, cause he sells high tech stuff on the black market. I wonder iF he can sell me a "psionic resonator" to be able to lift heavier objects? Gotta tell Luna about that...

Pick Asidz: The Crow's Woes

Blank: My crow "Knight" is like my spirit guide, as native american people would say and think about their spirit animals. Crows are carrion and know the harshness of reality, nobody is going to feed one a steak dinner! A crow is a beautiful thing to a predator, with some blue in their plummage that they'd rather conceal. I feed mine Kit Kats and Beef Jerky, he loves that stuff. I mean I'd rather have a crow on my shoulder than a porcupine or a skunk, you feel me? The bird is a conflicted creature with mostly it's appetite on it's mind. Their biology is one where they hopscotch over idealisms and confer to their daily grind. I have powers where I can see through the eyes of my crow and send him to reconaissance stuff. He is trained much like a hawk, but less noticible. He has a white mowhawk on top of his head, that I gave him with spray paint. Sometimes I change the color for the holidays. It keeps me in the spirit of turning a backdrop into an exasperated "mocking bird"...

Pick Asidz: Screw the pooch

Trax: Do you find me handsome Leany?

Selene: You're ok...but if dollars could talk they would tell you to chop down a cherry tree and inaugerate tooty fruity.

Trax: Well I could tell a lie even if it smells like bubblegum, mon cherie.

Selene: Would you protect me if some wacko woodchuck tried to chuck his wood in my forest?

Trax: Would it be before or after you poke the bear with a stick?

Entering in all decked out in pimp regalia...

Armitage: Smoke the chimney with a chuckle puckeroos, what is up?

Selene: Oh the birds, the sky and the aliens. Shall I call you buttercup or batter up?

Trax: What's with the ghetto getup Army?

Armitage: Today I'm pinch hitting for the local pimp mongers brigade...ever seen a female pimp pattycake in a contest of contention?

Trax: I've seen my fair share of the well impaired impishly devoured by a coward!

Armitage: Well clean out the attic and hang up some nudey pics why don't you...here comes a sucker punch at my pudding.

Entering in...

Con John: Hey where are all the ladies at? Are you a pimp...?

Armitage: I'm what you get for two dollars and a rubber hose. If you are looking for ladies then keep your firecracker's fuse ferocious sucka. What are you looking for four eyes? Chocolate love or a dimpled daisy? Or do you want the doublemint gum of hooker lookers? Cause I got twins on the payroll...

Looking at Trax...

Armitage: Or at least I can make them look like that! You know blondes got that sista sista thang...

Con John: How much for the twins?

Armitage: For you chuckle chackles...More than you got in your pocket!

New Jokes by the Joker Josh

What do you call a gay pacman?
Fudgepacman
What is the vampire version of Hangman?
Super Fangman
What do you call a Spanish Car?
A spic kicker
What do you call Mexican Condoms?
Either Wetfronts or BeanBandaids
What do you call a gay vampire?
A pud sucker
What do you call a Chinese Scooby Doo?
Scooby Stew
What do you say when something is funny in a porn movie?
That is redickularge

Pick Asidz: Monitor My thoughts

Flipsidz: You know people are always trying to convince me that we need to put a damper on some people and monitor them on a daily basis psychically? Well my thinking is if they haven't done anything wrong, why bother? Because they can...is a stupid rationalization that extends to the everywhere and everyman. The people that would take advantage of psychically monitoring people are the "bad guys". They never let you succeed...and are always out to make you bleed! I hate those kind of people with a passion. In my profession as an F.B.I. hostage negotiator I know what makes those kind of people tick. "Let me get an upper hand on someone who has achieved so I can misappropriate." That is what they do...but what about all those people who actually are subserviant to society and follow the rules? The every man is not a prisoner if he is innocent! Make the people pay who did the bad stuff people...it serves mankind and is in the right state of mind...

The Serenity of The Wolf

To: The Royal Family of Spain-from the Prince of Mexico

As I gaze at your visage King Carlos
I seek to howl at the twilight's eve
For we are kin in our love for the wild's apprendature
Of one's true natural appeal...

Nurture the Cub
But devour the Prey
Slaying such by giving into the Uncivil

The Pack is righteous
To the Alpha's pride
For to feed is a venture of longevity
But to feel is to truly become one with the night.

God bless our kingdoms...
Jesus bless our souls...

Sodden Earth's: Katapult to the Stars

The stars in your eyes
Dry my tears into fears...
There is no regret once a dying man envisions light in life.
Equilibrium's transcendency grants one access to heaven's portal
(Ie: Life Immortal)

The greeting's modus operandi to a pontificating assuagure temperal to callousness envigorates spontaneity responsive and responsible to a dying moon man's last request.

The dead planetoid used to be the Old God's domain of the Space Ranger of conquest, for it died fighting for a lushous earth to harvest and reap the bewildered benefits of heaven's practices pre-cognative. Adversification's conglomerated adventures-ie: Voltare and Davinci's Code complex completed with a lunius grandeur astronomically enhanced through physics equation throughout a pompous proposed nation with guided instrumentation's interrogative.

By Joshua Paul Shepard

Lack of Daze of Whimsical-Part 12

Part 12-Defiled and disheveled

The prince stood aloof, perspiring to know the truth, with medallion of uncouth dismay. Gandering upon a love letter from a land far away. He had never known true love before and that it came in a small package, so embued with sacriment that it taught it's own self sackage. The package once opened, began to sweat much sand, delivered in the vessel of truth from this foreign land. Drifting slowly like a dreamer of orientations half and half, his mother's milk went so sour as to empower the creamer of someone else. Spoiled rotten so it seemed, while hiding in the outhouse of broken dreams upon demand, like a closet of apt corrosion, his soul had gone inland. The game afoot was head to toe with the brazen teaching's aversion. As the letter told of how a caravan of light had come upon rogue's surgeon. Bad news if not for the four brothers of the Paladin, in and out of withersome demand's stead like the cards of desire, puttings putty of the magic hat tin...
Captain, with lance in hand, the Black Knight held sword at the ready. She knew the prince had gotten her letter, word from her mage had come of transmogrify's ironic getty. So it looked like they were both ensnared in the games of man...
The Evil King once again plotted like the finch's canary, plot thickening in his morbid head, all cross and scary. Twas of the day when he would talk to his head assasin, taxing as death's kindred were, he knew they had due satisfaction. To find a new obscure poison was the pretense of the naught, fing fong fang, the poisoner's gang were not easily to be bought. Paralysis of oriental orientation would cut off oxygen to the brain, snakes are charmed sacreligiously through their own disdain.

To be continued...

Pick Asidz: Meter Made

Blank: You can't be a good "Duet" stuck in neutral Trax!

Trax: But my motto is "never pick a side"!

Blank: Too bad for that load of crap...are you with us or are you a deadweight?

Clyde: Deadweights wear cement sandals...(mocking) Wolf Boy. What do you call a wolf in the mafia? Lunus Mafiosus. What do you call a great cat in the mafia? Gatus don't point at us. The Black Mob doesn't need to associate with another honkey mutt, if you catch my driftwood!

Cleu: Like taking bloody vitamins with visceral healthshake handshakes?

Clyde: No, more like working out in a mousaleum so the zombies can tell you how buff you are.

Crux: Zombies like it when you do crossbone puzzles...

Blank: No stupid, that is like saying pirates like pilates.

Clyde: You both got it wrong, that is like saying I cut my butter with a guilotine.

Trax: (Trying to change the subject) Sucker punch a slut and you better hold on to your favorite nut...

Blank: Or mix vinegar with oil and call it a duce doush dash! It's like you can't even take out the trash anymore without bumping into some mad sucka who wants to bumper hug with a parking ticket attached to his ass.

Clyde: Does that have something to do with the fact that you made a meter maid into an underground porn star?

Blank: Kinda, I told her to picket the tickets and get with the bump and grind.

Cleu: Did she frisk her John for outstanding parking violations? Or did she send him to driving school naked?

Crux: I bet he wanted to stick that parking rod up her muffler?

Blank: Or steal her go cart thang...what would you call the name for the sex club in a meter maid cart?

Cleu: The mile low club?

Clyde: More like the illegal parking perplexity of purpose. The only question would be, "who let Trax's neutrality perform homogenous homicides on go cart get away cars"?

Crux: Imagine stealing one of those things for a joyride?

Blank: Yeah it would end up like the O.J. Bart Simpson of car chases!

"180 on an undercover stormtrooper"-"Force Unleashed"-Cell Phone Game

Pick Asidz: Know your limits

Charma: Your brother says he gets headaches a lot from all that rampant telepathy?

Fanfare: Yeah, he needs an on/off switch! He and I have different fathers, so I didn't inherit the telepathy.

Charma: But you are way more classy then him?

Fanfare: That's because I'm not a street person silly! I'm a celebrity hound, as I love all things of flash and glitz. You have to have a certain mannerism and attitude to mix with high society.

Charma: They call that "savoir faire" in french I think? The peasents were serfs and could never understand the rich in olden days. That is the way I feel about your brother, he is cute, but way too grim and gritty. It's like he makes it hard for himself for rags to become riches?

Fanfare: Well the future is golden for my brother being "neuvo riche". It's like he is leaving me in the dust, even though he still eats dirt. Getting money from overseas is hard to say the least.

Charma: But if he can accomplish that...he can accomplish almost anything, right?

Fanfare: I guess...lately I've been tripping over the fact that he can't have children with an android for a girlfriend. I mean that mystery inventor kid everyone talks about could build him one or sumthing, but what about good old biology and genetics?

Charma: Well I have a man, so no more fawning over Trax! Senator Thomas is as regal as they come.

Fanfare: How are the "kiddie jingles" going?

Charma: Okay...want to hear one?

Fanfare: Sure why not?

Charma: Okay...here goes.
Potty boy
Potty boy
I'll give you a treat
If you poop in the toilet
And wipe your tushy neat
Flush goes the poopy
Into the water
Now your done
I can deal with the ink blotter
Tell me little one?
What do you see?
Use your imagination
It can be anything you want it to be
This one a dragon
That one a horse
When you make that poopy
You should feel no remorse...
Poopy doesn't go to heaven
Maybe hell if it's a sewer
Poopy is our waste product
When we get rid of our manure...

Fanfare: Awesome!

Charma: That one is for a magazine ad for diapers.

Fanfare: Cosmopolopoopy?

Pick Asidz: Charismatic Lunatics

Luna: So what did you tell Flipsidz about this caper with Blank?

Charisma: I hear Blank wants to find "White Raven", a white voodoo priest houngon child. She used to be the prodigy of Dark Cloudz and Master Voodoo himself.

Luna: What is so special about the kid other than houngons are less common than Bokors?

Charisma: Well White Raven is around the same age, only one year older than Brainchild. They want to fix the two up, as B-child needs a girlfriend playmate. He spends all his time creating all things robotic and needs to get in touch with humanistical side. My sister would be all against him dating a hispanic like White Raven is...

Luna: But you are o.k. with it?

Charisma: Well you know Flip and I have been together for four years now? I'm all kinds of color blind when it comes to racism. My sister is the opposite. She wouldn't talk to me for a year after Flip and I first got together.

Luna: What a stuckup little bitch Charma is?

Charisma: Yeah but she has her fine points of being more high society than I am. Social butterfly that she is. I heard she is now dating a Senator.

Luna: That is cool...I guess what she misses out on in chit chat, she makes up for hobnobbing...she is pretty beautiful! You know I'm bisexual and I would love to have a go at her?

Charisma: You and that Armitage chick.

Luna: Armitage is a fugitive and if I ever catch her she is toast! I hate psychics gone bad!

Charisma: Same here, but most use their talents for crime and profit. I'm different and when us properly minded people use their powers for good, we create a pathway for ourselves to heaven. Psychic powers are a god given blessing. No one should let the devil play with them!

Luna: Well Traz is the same way...he is the gatekeeper at the F.B.I.'s Psychic Affairs units. He promotes wayward psychics to become good and grants them power enhancers if they do.

Charisma: Like that strength boosting and power enhancing stuff from his portion of the Nostropodiac?

Luna: Yeah that original spellbook was split apart by different factions of the "DreamKnightz" long ago.

Charisma: So I'm trying to learn all I can about them...they were part of King Arthur's round table right?

Luna: Yeah and the original "DreamKnightz" were taught magic by Merlin.

Charisma: They say Merlin wrote the "Nostropodiac" and the "Hyperion"?

Luna: Yes but the Nostopodum is the part of the dark arcane and the Hyperium is the light arcane.

Charisma: So that is the book Trax is trying to piece together.

Luna: But Trax is under Blank of the "Capitulating Duetz" right?

Charisma: Yup and everybody is crazy about his "Relikz" dealer stepfather, Blake.

Luna: Relikz are rare artifacts with magic powers embued into them, solid?

Charisma: You wouldn't believe the powers contained in those vessels. Charma and I charmed a few to make some extra cash...

Pick Asidz: I used to want dem apples

Trax: I used to want to be a porn star growing up...probably cause I masturbated so much I knew the porn stars by name. You know my uncle Slikx is a porn producer? He totally rejected me due to the fact that I have a six and a half inch penis. "Needs to be 2 inches bigger", he said. So then I met Mr. Blank as time rolled past, and his underground porn laboratory accepted me. After I did the one porn scene, I became a gigalo with the older women. They all love young and handsome. Especially the rich older women who you have to have manners for. I made some money that way...Lightbringaz gigalo on the prowl. It's cool how when you get cultured by women your light powers get broader. That I found out through trial and error. But I owe Blank more than Slikx for that opportunity and all hail the "Capitulating Duetz"!

Pick Asidz: Ride the Carousel

Trax: This is one of my new poems...

Fanfare: O.k. I'm game...

Trax: Exhaustive and abortive
We carry out dreams
They are like spinning carousels
The soul's ice cream
Father Ryhme and Mother Rythme
With a new means to discover
How a son created money
When the rest ran for cover
I dreamed it such
Over the computer
No you can't have none
You stinking looter
Monsters are nurturing
When in a black daze
My mind has a creation in production
Like a minotaur in a maze
Solution's aren't easy
With 10 years adrift
I've now got 90 million
Solution equiped
Makeshift pleasure
With a bolster
I'm going to heaven
With hell in my holster...

Fanfare: That was pretty good...wanna hear my new poem?

Trax: O.k., but make it quick!

Fanfare: Tell me the truth
About the all knowing sleuth
Power to passage
Craft to fastage
Common place
Common Answer
Dwell in the abyss
You linger in the cancer
Death is not a noble being
He lives in the shadows
Of the all seeing...

Trax: Bravo...little sis!

Pick Asidz: Love muffin

Loca: Trax is a stud muffin baking in my oven...
I'm a robot girl royal
To toss, turn and toil
Legislature of the early dismiss
In every single mechanical kiss
Love is a slave like a series of dots
Or numbers without their rabies shots
Werewolf ancestry on my boy TRax
It all depends on how he reacts
Love is emotion
Even to a computer
It's hard to reprogram
A thorough rebooter
He sees love
I see numbers
Crunching the premise
Of a preprogrammed slumber
But I'm not automated
When it comes to loving a human
They are our makers
Next you'll try to reprogram Cupid Stupid!

Lack of Daze of Whimsical Part 11

Lack Part eleven-
Defiled Discourse: Irate Homage

To: Kirsten Dunst

As a belligerent being walked across the fairway's surmissed to be surpassed, there came an enlightened crossing. He innocously concentrated on a plundering of a situational blundering. For unto a vacant catharsis of verification, underlies an undertone of idiocy applied in visualization. The despot believed that he lived for fastidious beatitudes patterning, pestering to his predetermination of vestidual maddening. Encountering a justificatious pantheon of nocturnal zealots, isolation is mixed betwixt the eternal sell outs, soul's apprentices to deliver the keep, continuing bygones of heresay's sweep. They are all creatures of self righteous belief in derivity, casual to one's vain enough to impetually linger in fervidity. In the angst felt among the homogenous is a verity berial to such aninimity in a mentally tensile seperation of exhaustivity. A darkened dirk dagger of the shire's kris is a leaden weight encompassing the swagger of one who enlists...This credulousness concentrates itself optimally as per reactivity? Penchant set up to fetch a pale of a dream that becomes a varitable reality of hypertension. Allieged to stress exhausting too much of the modern in a satiating fascination with the morose divine; for in all earnesty, a harp ventured olden has a much more subtle way of pantomiming the day's foolhardiness. Accomplished with an over bearing sense of trivial accordance beset besuaged in all due praise, as an outcome summing itself up on the recourse. Transgressent dressing to a point where all odds are calculated, coherent in covalency as is a poison oak spreading it's succeeded wing's of pollinated paralysis...

Pick Asidz: Religion and the Pidgeon

Fanfare: Notoriety is religious to a celebrity! They miss a beat and feel like they lapsed into the anonymous with a kick me sign on their genetalia. My brother says he finally got medecine for a 4 year old parasitic infection that was eating his guts out. Hopefully it's the right stuff...Then he can start exercising again and get buff. I wish the Gridlokx would give me an android male with an extendable/retractable penis module. That way today I'm a virgin, tomorrow I can be a ho...

Pick Asidz: Today I relented!

Trax: Subsequent to the system can make you tired, especailly when you are hard wired. Praying for the day to give you a lift, opening the present and unwrapping the gift. You search in the alley, you turn on the light, a shrinkwrap of flurry into the night. Gift wrap my conscience then, to hear my heart beat like a steel drum. On a dreamscape highway of epiphony, I stick out my thumb...

Pick Asidz: Blaster Disaster

Flipsidz: We are attempting to make laser guns and lazerknives to be used by the medical industry as scalpels. The Laser Gun prototype is called "The Lazer Cannon X", it uses a particle beam enhancer & crystal dynamic sequencer to emit rapid lightstreams. It is the perfect weapon as we have yet to put a light suppresor on it to limit it's beam distance. The range needs to be limited to a certain field of fire without going on for miles. It is the perfect weapon and we a currently prototyping it and a new underwater version...Armitage keeps begging me that she wants one mounted on her father's armour...

Lack of Daze of Whimsical: Part 10-Spirit Horse

To: Jessica Biel

Part 10-Spirit Horse

A stable boy squire, apprentice to the Black Knight, put up quite a fight to get to be the legend's apprentice. The Knight's mare rode through rips and tears hardening cantor to get to the castle's inner gates. As the Irish princess looked on, dreaming and fawning from the bastion outpost's lookout. Dwelling in Scotland is like swimming through a moat brimsy in gloomy detail. Euphoric with the notion, a teeming emotion that one will rise to the surface of the dark greenish depths. Then the precipitation's will subside, the more you glide to a breath of fresh air and a heavenly sunshine.
Hassled by his master, the lord of disaster, the squire hustled to rapidity's undress of the mare he always tended to. He felt a link, all praise to the blink, to an animal mentally domineered. He could envision it, ensuing a petition to it, but adhering to command and then galloping courageously into battle. No guts, no allegory simultaneous with her story, as she was garbed in an armour cloaking her true visage. Arrows and spears garbed with poison, garbled toys in a hero's destiny envisioned. Adornments of war, for that is what death had in store for anyone within striking distance.
The Black Knight was really the princess' older sister, a Valkyrie twister, and a woman wisened in the ways of the warrior. She worshipped the old goddess Athena, starting when she was a teen of admiring between the tendency to watch the joust. She was the god of both the harvest and the illustrious wisdom, put plainly in a diestrum of red blackened blues. Not many knew her secret as she took on the mantled man's stance and a configurement of elegance. The bond she shared with her black stallion, a one woman battalion, held much psychic rapport. Since she had raised the horse since infancy, seeking contingency in the sense that the horse could turn on a dime, sense what was behind and shared the same mind as it's mistress. Dodging both slings and arrows, tarot's a card to the Black Knight, scion of death incarnate, as she rides into battle on her nightmarish Spirit Horse...

Lack of Daze of Whimsical: Part 9 Soul's Apprentice

To: Kiefer Sutherland

Part 9: Soul's Apprentice-

A catapult is an endearing engine of siege, shattering bricks with it's launching of boulders. But too much strain on a rope and a misfire takes it's flight path in a different direction. A miscollected backfire sends a faltered man to his knees and a targetier's projectile rocketing into his lap. Lapping up guilt like a quilt sewn with a seamstress' fiber of remission.
The King saw the peasents as chattel, livestock of a lesser order, ordained by a ministry of misery. To the miser's demand of time's grandstand, the aristocracy treated them like mongrel dogs. Delver's adherence, to the demon's appearence, as a King raised a flag doused in blood. Rabble rousers unite, to an imbecillic delight, at the sight of spilling temperal body fluids and matter. Blood and guts lined the street, when King and Prince's paths were to meet, as foretold in a seer's vision.
The prince's new mentor, the Paladin inventor who taught him the ways of war. Faith in dire straights, alive in the hive of the to be announced...
A will o' wisp to the trainer's eclipse neglecting the prime's vanity disdained. For looks are about nothing, when masked by a visor and a glorious armour of bluffing putting two down, then calling it a draw. It is all or nothing, wretched as it's dark itch spreads sundered across a blunt double edged sword...

Pick Asidz: Fly like the Wind

Rail Rider: (ie. Michael Hunter): Me and my brother want to get these new bionanomachine enhancements thing a ma gigs. Flipsidz is like the best businessman ever...The most secret techs are brought alive by the techie gang of the Gridlokx. They are being sold underground to the highest bidder along with the relicz industrium. I'm with the British Army that is stationed in Iraq with the Americans and with this kind of tech I can secretly make myself into a super soldier...

Pick Asidz: Entreprenaur Superioris

Flipsidz: We are now working on nanomachines at Gridstation, the highest buyers are the non psychic, no powers kinda people. I feel bad for them vs. us. My team of psychics list to the thousands and they each have their own usefulness, as I have contacted them when they needed help and gave them my support. "If I find you useful I treat you right kite. If you wallow in tears, it could take years." I like the productive machine of power and high stature...thus I have created! Real Businessmen treat power like an addict treats drugs. If I have the time you could walk away with the crime. I branched out into the F.B.I. after the Navy Seals to steal secrets and benefit off them in the techie blackmarket underworld. What a monopoly I have created like a mad scientist on speed. Good for the psychics...they work hard! With these nanomechs we can enhance them too. It can make you into a super hero or villian...your choice! Some of these things promote pyrokinesis, ice ventesis, bio-regeneration, strength enhancers, neuro interfaces and cygears.

Ver

Aquello mi abuelo
Son guapos divertidos
En una solamente sol
Un minuto para saluto
En estamos ciudad
De no verdades saludades
El frente de frequente
Por mi vida con conchita
Es un gran abuelo
Con consuelo
Pero ver a si tengamos
Un designa de destinacione

Pick Asidz: Polo with a Cholo

Sticky Balls: Okay then...What the hell kind of name is Trax?

Trax: Well it's a pseudanym of transmogrify, like a pun on a penny racer...remember freazy freakies and hypercolor? It's a name that flashes blue to red. What kind of name is Sticky Balls?

Sticky: Well I stick and ball warming up for polo practice.

Trax: You know I also play tennis...that's another game of King's right Sticky?

Sticky: Yeah but that game of King's stuff...I like sports but I doubt you know how to play the real game of King's.

Trax: Poker or Blackjack?

Sticky: Chess sucka...isn't that what you ruffian chaps say...I'm all aces for American Slang. Until you can last 4 chuckers you are still a twit.

Trax: Well I learned to play polo training horses in Idaho, then went for a brief stint in London. You know Heathrow is party centralogico to a bibliografo.

Sticky: What the heck are you prattling about?

Trax: Well I use prose grammar in two languages...I went to Spanish class in college and talk a lot of Spanguich...I'm chicano you know.

Sticky: Okay enough about you...You wanna hear about me? I'm like a crusader when I play polo...I'd rather have a lance than a mallet...You are like the Don Quixote of polo player and I am like the Red Knight of delight...how do you do with the women?

Trax: Hey partner, I'm damaged goods due to the hitmen...

Sticky: I hate hitmen always trying to eat the rich in a downtrodden hyperbole. Even here in England we have those kind...I thought we would have sent them all to Australia, but hitmen thrive in the new millenium like moths to a flashlight.

Trax: More like sucker punched to oblivion.

Sticky: Do you know EyeCandyz the gigalo?

Trax: Yeah we met once at the "Ravenous Raddish".

Sticky: That is a pub right?

Trax: Yeah owned by the bouncer T-wreker and it has a state of the art V.R. gridstation in the lower secret level that you need V.I.P. clearence to get into. I can plug my girlfriend into such spots to let her surf the I.V.R. net. She can open locks and crack safecodes, plus datasurf for secrets by creating dataloops called "Tronocrons".

Sticky: Yeah my brother, Michael Hunter talks to your Dad a lot in the British Military brigade that coincides with the American Military in Iraq. Your dad is his general in command...

Pick Asidz: Vegas...C'mon and take us

Trax: Loca did you plug that card counting program into your system's mainframe yesterday?

Loca: Yes, wolf boy...

Trax: Okay then cookie monster, we need to try it out in Vegas! Poker is like the chess of cards...Blackjack is like the pick up sticks to advantage beforehand. I was always naturally good at both and I bet you would have been an ace up my sleeve.

Loca: Well as long as you are nice to me along the way...buy me everything an android could dream up. To upgrade herself and such with...

Trax: Don't worry I got a new sponsorship from the Enduro Skiers organization and they loaned me some capital for as long as I endorse and go to sky skiing school. You should try it, but I think your systems might crash under all the strain of falling under high gravitation.

Loca: Well just get me to the spinning wheels of the roulette tables and the slots, cause this robot has to get a new pair of shoes.

Trax: Winner, Winner chicken dinner...Loser, Loser picky chooser as destiny is in the cards...Fate is making leotards.

Loca: What about making an android of Jesus?

Trax: We would need a d.n.a. sample to clone him with...What do you mean, like the son of a mechanical God?

Loca: And a cyborg Santa Claus...

Trax: And a computer tooth fairy? Let's just work on the take....

Pick Asidz: Veterans of Excederins

On phone:

Blank: So you hooked up Brikx and Loca to card counting simulcrons...good boy B-child, now you are entering into the forbidden zone of dealing with my primal pastimes...

Brainchild: You know I don't like you Blank, but as long as my two android homies run with the "Duetz", then I'll have to let them have their fun. There are so many things you can do with machines, especially if they look and pass for people. Flipsidz is against this little endeavor, but I want to test the resilience of my machine creations...

Blank: I'm bored with making them too socially intractive, when they can be put to better uses! I know if anything goes wrong you have their self destruct mechanisms in place for them right?

Brainchild: Was that a joke? Nothing will go wrong if I can monitor them from my synth module motherboard here at GridStation. Have fun in Vegas and try not to use too much Voodoo on the slof slots.

Blank: I like to use Voodoo on the card dealers if I don't feel hot...That way I can make them sick through a curse and bring out the next sucker. Nothing like a card pit from the abyss...I love the smell of brimstone in the morning!

Pick Asidz: Fatigued

General Murphy: All this sand is driving me nuts and with a hail of bullets to boot. I have to come home for a short vacation to see my son Trax in the near future. There is a lot I have to tell him about the ways of the "Lightbringer Org." While his mother teaches him "Nightbringer Equaliscim" The Lightbringer must become one with the shining blade of a sword, while the Nightbringer prefers to run away from the smoking barrel of a gun. Into the night they go without stand alone presence, amorphietical and anonymous...while we stand up for the idealisms of wisdom.

Pick Asidz: Pack it into my Taco

Cleu: Would a jester put on a crown and go walk around town? Trax wants to wear one for Halloween over a beast boy costume...I'm not kidding Coyote Kid. I'm just riding out the beat to my own underground production agency called "Caligraphy Press". Maybe we can use it someday if the Lightbringaz let us make a movie out of our lives. A botanical biography of the birds, the bees, and the sneeze. Trax's Sodden Earthz Project X is underway and he is writing solo as always. His mom Veronica can't believe the mouth on the kid, as he writes and conceptualizes new ideas, she want's him to be a newspaper reporter or a columnist, but Trax wants to write Science Fiction stuff like fairy tales to his lost children. (You know the ones who pumped the plumbing...) I can only imagine the children of his lineage being so smart they invent time portal machines to visit from the future...(ooh here they are...just kidding fool!) Arsesus is Trax's grandson and Blip is his grandaughter, they come from a future where...

Pure Adrenaline: The Mercenary For Hire

On Radio:
Loose Cannon: Shoot off the door handles Doctor Dead, we are going in hot. I'm using an AA-12 to blow away anything in my path, but you should use solid shot to open that door the army way!

Doctor Death: Well Loose C, I'm using the new Beowulf system with DragonScale vests and other composite armors. We are in three man teams and we are upscale through webgrid biddings.

Victor E:Well don't look now, but I've got you boys beat with the new megalith handheld rpg launcher and mini flame thrower attachements. Booster has the wings of the KnightRaven all straightened out and it's time to jump...

Booster: Okay heroes, don't take chances out there, this is a stealth and recon formality and we need paramiltary primus unprovoked....

Dreamscapz: DreamCore

Fraz: With the use of the new SynDromal Unit and the attachments to our V.R. sonarspace, we can reach out to scan the "DreamScapz" in the Dayscape or the Nightscape.

Drum: The depth of the circumference of information comes not with the cognitive, but rather with the subconscious. Subliminal suggestion could be supplanted in such a way as to cognitively alter a "dronz" ie: Victim. The use of the automatonical V.R. instead of old school I.V.R. (Impactual Virtual Reality) is integral when scoping the psyche of the subliminal dominance directives at DreamCore.
The usual uses for dreamdronz are to get information to one another without having to meet face to face. The machines scanning the most logical part of their brains for which to store the information.
The Dream Pods are the modules for the Dream Dronz units, higher and more upscale versions, rather than the Dream Squid sub units.
Dream Core is the largest ologopolistical concoction of the Trilenium of year 3000, subjugated by mergers with the campaigns to get rid of drugs. The former druggies needed something to do with their illicit vices. So they gave the original dream dronz units to use them as guinea pigs...

Pick Asidz: The Empty vs. the Empathy

Blank: Someone called me empty in today's news...The column said "Voodoo Priest Gang Leader supports the necrostyle". What bothers me is that I sold my soul when I was young and I attempt to nuzzle at empathy coming from the Murphy family. Empaths are too sincere and happy go lucky for my liking. I'm too sinister to stand in their sunshine spot for too long. It's like telling them to burn heaven for me to talk about Voodoo elements to life. "I'm all curses, you are all cures, so what do you want from me I'm gangsta?"



Dark Cloudz: Well you be taking that gangsta out of the ghetto and you become more like an interloper. You be meddling in the affairs of the light with too much hell for the holster...

Good Measure Act 3

Fernando: I appendature the character of one constricted, feeling too flight and unjustly convicted. Take a lonely figure and cover him with slime, transparent as ice dropping the dime. Left is berating, right is undone, liberation in our quest is a lonely one. Flamboyant question to one little man, so I figure the question is always at hand. Stealth in my compass, lightning in my glide, I harness the wind to go for a ride. What I feel inside is culture not snide. Compound to culture, through the eyes of the hawk and the talons of the Vulture. Carry the metal little boy. Gimme a gun and all I needed was a toy. This being elemental in the eye of the storm, needy and greedy to one of ill form.

Angelica: You silly misbehoven, you slave to the grind. Machination over where other men might slide. Knife in the gut, pain in the side. Release me from feeling too dizzy, like dig me a ditch, when you have won this battle and finally become rich. Life in the inhale and exhale for passion. I stirred up your appeal and exhausted the fashion. Frost and glue and a miser you. Make me shiver to deliver a speech, about one who conquered the niche. Rather becoming the beat of the drumming, but what a leftover of a man?

Fernando: All humdrum like hoodlums and bums, do not have the eyes of the Jackal, such as I tackle...

Angelica: Oh you silly little wolf, not as uncouth as a villian on the prowl, yet still you can howl.

Fernando: Martyrs sacrifice the ordained, believe me I've been well met and trained. I come from a place, a bastard's island, no need for dissuagure and always beguiling. Honey and liqour, passion and fruit, yellow the color of the old wooden koot. You are a lavender petal upon a rose, I sniff it to tell if you can stimulate my prose. Carnival and clockwise, soul of the eagle, Christen my carnage with legs like the beagle.

Angelica: Tame thyself when you speak of carnage, the devistator diverse in all that garbage. You are a spanish prince, maybe one day to become King. Endeavor the diamond which will make me sing.

Fernando: Price to parry, Slippery Seal, go back to the ocean, or a potato you peel. Shoes to untie when I needed a knot, clockwise to good measure at the store where I bought. Feel me to express these emotions of treasure. Suggestion to the part from mouth to steady pleasure.

Angelica: Potato you peel, then you spin fate's wheel. Cause this ordeal ate thy seal. Shark in the water of a castle moat, a sadyr of satire, to an unsteady goat. Little cupid vagrant who ran away with my heart, you are a monster pulling a cart.

Fernando: A cart of crosses at the winds of intercoarse. I do feel you suffer, as if you had remorse? Little pussycat, you are jealous of one lone wolf. Deliver me from evil, so I remain aloof! At play held at bay, on an island of disway, I look at your visage as here we stand today. Guilded is forged, yet we deter, strength to the miser that wants to hear you purr.

Angelica: Meow of the now, walking the cat, I am in an alley of freedom and it seems you need to break glass with a bat. Stir up my potion, for the cat and the witch, I'd rather eat birds not an ocean of fish. Look in my eyes windows, they are every picture of me. A portrait of potential together with glee.

Fernando: Trust is not captive for capture the flag. But don't stamp me out like the ashes of your fag. I'm not a little butcher to a wind up toy, bombs away and I'm ready to deploy. Sturdy my girder and nestle my rod, life is not a game that you play with God!

Angelica: God is good till you abash his temper. Man are you a pacifist that I need to semper! Fists of iron, heart of gold, you've taught me to banter and to tangle the wold.

Fernando: Good lady I construe, that my heart mists like dew, to the essence of you! Bitches are bitches when it comes to something delicious and with an appetite for a christened prince. But the ones they let pass are not jackass or brass, but royalty in a finch. You're hair is so golden as mine used to be, some would chastize and call it the color of pee. But the color of the opal has a need for the hopeful!

Angelica: And the devil granted me asylum in such limbo? You played the downtrodden and me the bimbo? Sing to my angel, but don't smoke in the wind, they are wrong, for you have barely sinned. Repent frustration and incarnate dillation to dillute and distill a heart. Move on your feet to a job complete's start...

Pick Asidz: Pick Up styx To: Ice Cube

Styx: You can feel your life ticking away on the beat. The street seems to consume your lifeforce and dissolve egos at the same time. A doctor would diagnose "getting yourself distinguished" to a runaway orphan here. And then the kid would be like, "sure old dude just give me my 15 minutes." Then you know he would come back and beg for more if you did. But the elder would think to the younger "ha, ha, ha, I've been here longer". But would that be because he expects him to die soon or be eaten by society? But then the actual retort would be propagandic...at best. For me the bitter is sweet as I eat the Pizza backwards. This Flipsidz guy is like the Barrack Obama of the F.B.I., but I like him because I know he did the grim and gritty in the past with gang life. "Styx and stones can break those drones", is my creedo's capitalism. Capitalism being the cop who won't cop to crap. "Sincere was my past venier", as that crazy bastard Trax would say. I've caught him with his pants precariously down a whole bunch. Like approach the kid only in his moment of weakness, a regular halfbreed lightbringer/moon bringer mongrel, but a prince to boot. That is what we call him, getting over the fear to like and tolerate him. A cross between good and evil is always a chaotic mess, but that kid keeps himself in check. His machine girl girlfriend is always telling me "purchase me a purpose" when I deal with that kid. Were supposed to keep the fact that she is an android on the low. That Trax kid is permanently attached to the machines and the supernatural. I swear if machines took over they'd make himn a cyborg, just for kicks. But in the here and now we have to keep our egos in check cause the kid is supposed to be nobility, like I said. A poor nobleman street person? I wish California could get used to that!

Pick Asidz: Noble as a lion

Clyde: Pieces to the parthenon and lamenting the mime. I'm noble as a lion and go back in time. I'll tell you a tale so beggars don't beg, so you won't be able to tell the common folk from dreg. Here in misfortune striving to get higher, there are middlemen who conform to the steady buyer. Outwish your wishlist and bullshit all you want, the truth to any matter is not to get caught. Culture me stupid, then ignorance is not blind. Here in this galazy of the Flipsidz...

Flipsidz: Don't stand there stupid, don't hang on my cloud, I'm the boss here and I'll tell you if I want you to stick around. Candle in the wind, flame on the ground, burning bright to cradle the sound.

Blank: Vermin are vermin wherever you go, the night sticks to dry so go run to the snow. Peacemaker protagonist you are not safe in one place. I don't have to wish to say it to your face, but I prefer the lingo of the spirit vs. the culture of a dry death and a society led by the Vulture.

Pick Asidz: Torpedo Junction

Setting: Flipsidz at Gridlok Central touring an entourage of porn stars and celebrities to the elite hub of his central nexus...

FlipsidZ: What can't match the diatomy of subjugation with a cross beamed correlation to an epiphony's epicenter?

Playground: The nucleus of nonsense Mr. Man...

Flipsidz: What have we tinkered today that has sparked your interest in a wind groundpound?

Playground: I want an android just like everybody else, except I can pay for one!

Flipsidz: Pay smay, it's all about access granted held at bay for us cybersweeps. You know how many assholes line up for what they think is better than a human companion?

Playground: Well I want a mimic and a parrot is too easy...I'm just really damn insecure or sumthing...

Flipsidz: Whoa there...we don't recollect and reprogram the living! That is our number one rule that is set as priority one to the robot business at large. A lot of things may change around here at Gridlok Junction, but this is only the hub, not the Torpedo Room.

Playground: Slikx sent you a postcard through me Flip...an invitation to the "ErotoKross", as in if you build it, he will come!

Flipsidz: Slikx is an asset and a liability at the same time, no one wants computer tech in sin...we have to regulate the sinsual...You know how much manpower it takes to build even one synthdroid?

Playground: Well we are more beauty bound than brains, ok.? That little rascal B-child must be on "Flintstone Kid's Amphetamines"?

Flipsidz: Or cracker jack cocaine...That is what everyone thinks about our prodigy. Nope the kid just lives on Taurine, Guarana, and an advanced computer junction to not stutter, like liquid butter!

Playground: Well give me some popcorn player...

Flipsidz takes the tour to the middle labaratory where Cannibal resides...

Flipsidz: Don't be thinking the game we play is all for little kids hombre. Here is our main autobiologist and logistical theorist tag named "Cannibal"...

Cannibal: People like you always take our creations for granted. They are best used to stimulate knowledge and wisdom among the highest sects of society's integration into the computer age, I call it the "Cyberlonian age of the turnip". No commercials here riding this horse...No gimmee gimmicks are gestating on our petri dish. Culture me a vulture if you have too!

Playground: So you are some kind of doctor dude right? Where is the material for the androids erected?

Cannibal: Tour is over with that info and an all access revoked if you really want that answer...homeslice!

Pick Asidz: Werewolves and Jetpacks

Trax: One day I saw a mini flying saucer and I thought I had to hitch a ride, so I used B-child's backpack. I got up close to the alien drone and talked to it telepathically. It showed me in bioelectric flashes, the coordinates to it's homeworld. Just past the moon and don't go further than Saturn. Use the gravitational pull to slingshot and then hover down. Armitage thinks that if she could use her armor in space she can talk to the higher elementels that I once met, on Saturn...

Song 2-Clown on the Down

Dum dee dum dee da da...
Dum dee dum dee da da
Dum dee dum dee da da da tah dah...x2

Just another clown
On his way down
Tell Rapunzel to let down her hair
So I don't frown
A girl became a woman
Sitting on an egg
Hatching tears
Bridging fears
So I don't have to beg

Candy for my soul
On the honor roll
Give me a bridge
To hide under
Like a troll
With a potential goal
A heart is a beacon
Give it another try
Feel all free
With no fee
In a pig's eye

Turn off that switch
Turn off that scratching itch
Capitulate in kind
When the dancing takes a hitch

(Different Melody-More Folky)-
Poor old clown
Sitting on the ground
Digging for hope in a jar
With his life upside down
He doesn't have to reach very far
All the pain
His refrain
Climbing up a joke's path in a wind
All the jokes, full of smokes
To be left forward, not behind

(Back to melody)

But just like this clown
I've spent life messing around
Staying in this town
A little beat down
Worse for the wear
Forces which impair
Turn my insides out
Like a trapping snare
Searching for my dreams
Taking what I can
The mastery of such
Is the mystery of man

Looking for a woman
Believing in a child
Josia please tame
What I have infinitely tiled
A girl named Nausicaa
And the call of the wind
An honest heart held high
Confesses that I've sinned
Don't hold a grudge
For I have reconciled
A josh for a penny
It's where you begin...

Lack of Daze of Whimsical: Part Eight

Mirrored Mirage- Image of tangible dreams

As the prince looked into the mirror, he wondered about the tyrant's transgressions. How he was so steadfast in his beliefs in his beliefs of godly goodness and the teachings of the Paladin, a palladium of sword bearing truths. A power higher than himself guided his hand in handyworks self taught. His image lingered in his mind's eye of a mother he barely knew, construed as a healer and living saint. She had passed on, but her soul lived within him. He looked more like her, for the thought perturbed him if he would have maintained his father visage. A deadly incarnation, upon visitation by a man made monster he had grown to hate. Like a lion or a proud animal of self control, he extolled nobility's order. For on his crest was a dragon, a tumultous tag on gone within the wyrm of desire, touching a quagmire and making it soothe inside the great depths of predilection. A dragon is a spirit, living in the constellations and subduing altercation's remorse. The opposite is a kraken, which myths prefabulate to live as sea faring monster within the great bowels of the ocean's depths. Said to rise and then swallow ships with inside's hollow, carrying cargos of paltry sailors. But the dragons breathed fire, flew through higher verandas, with men spreading their propagandas, while on the ground altruism demoted the slash and burn.
A virgin sacrifice was the people's only device, to quell such saurian beasts. To this the prince withdrew, into a new carouseled hue of self indignation. He believed himself better, learning to carry his sword like a feather, an extension of his soul as his newfound strength grew. Bold as he was bright, justice's deliberation was alright, as he sought to be as fast as the wind. A lunging strike, a man's head on the pike outside his father's windowsill...

Pick Asidz: Push Buttons

Loca: You know I get tired of push button beauty Brikx?

Brikx: Yeah robots are too much perfection for most terrestrials...

Loca: That is why I feel lucky to belong to the Lightbringers Org. Those who promote goodness and order to the dark elements of the Black Knightz.

Brikx: Well they keep sticking me with the Knightbringers...too.

Loca: And Armitage is with the nightbringaz underground of arms dealers and dark magistics. She is one human who acts like a one woman wrecking crew. I can't wait till she gets her father's necrosuit...

Brikx: I hate Blank's VoodooBringaz...What they do to the good to corrupt them...

Loca: Blank is always talking about throwing Trax in with the sharkz...Trax being under the command of the Black Mafia all the time. A pot of gold with a malignant lining like a dark cloud.
General Murphy owns the light and his ex wife owns the night...Veronica being a total moonbringer nut. They thought that would be a good pair to creating a superhuman beings such as Trax and their other children. Like the neu gangs of the "Capitulating Duetz", the "Gridlokx", the "Grinderz", and the Dynamic Starz Consortiums.

Brikx: I like the "Starz" cause they glamourize you and try to make you immortal. Andromeda is all about that as their mistress gypsy...Slikx is into porn as a lure and bait to a demography of the supernatural.

Loca: Well he is Trax's uncle its like when we met them we broke into the Ultraz power suplexis.
Being superhuman is comparable to being an elitist robot...that is why Trax and I make a good team. That guy Traz is really into Trax's idealisms and creations. Into that dreambringer theology of life and the eternal question.

Brikx: Only if they push the right buttons, right?

Pick Asidz: Erotopodiac

Andromeda: I love the night life on a quest for the sensual. It's amazing how spellcasting upon objects is one of the most sought after things to a colleuge collector. Stimulating the senses with the erotic or fetishical bizarre element found within an object. The "Gypsy Mafia" is into that kind of stuff...That is why I hang with them. I'm more of a solo swinger sometimes...but to them life is a scarab inside a vestibule covered in ivy. Love is like that beetle, bitter, when it buzzes on the dark streets...

Pick Asidz: Dancing Duetz

Slikx: Bad if you hate California Trax...

Trax: Yeah, yeah I like the glamour folk, but I hate the ill pride!

Slikx: You know I'm always telling you to get into the industry somehow? Anyway you can...

Trax: I can stand on my own two feet, unlike your fetishes...I used to be homeless with no help from you or Mom.

Slikx: That side of your family es loco a una gratisma calientes.

Trax: You know Unc...you are always busting on the Spanish?

Slikx: Yeah I pay them the least. How the hell is that mechanical girlfriend of yours? Like a robot zombie or sumthing?

Trax: Yeah you would be amazed how human B-child made her?

Slikx: I hear your Dad is coming to visit soon? Fatigues on...no pun intended.

Trax: Yeah I rarely get to see him...once every two years in fact! He is like my family's version of an eclipse...

Pick Asidz: Driving Mr. Crazy

Trax: As you were saying I'm not just a typical mental peson, I'm all sorts of mental without dental?

Crazy Lazlo: And I'm not just a cab driver...I'm an amateur psycholgist as well. You know in the desert we used to survive off nothing but steak and chicken...lollypops and teddy bears...arcade games and sex toys...whistles and multiconglomerates...monopoly and scrabble...poker with a dog and a goldfish...and Ali Baba Ouji? Oops that was a pothole!

Trax: Did pornos have naked camels on the covers?

Lazlo: Nope just chickens in a sandbox...As you say? "Girlfriends made of sand melt into the sea eventually..?"

Trax: And in the desert there is a Trax with no name...


Lazlo: And a seabiscuit without a saddle, a ping pong without a paddle and on and on we prattle....

Pick Asidz: Kicked in the hiding place

Clyde: Hey cute stuff? Are you made of cute or did you stumble across a secret?

Charma: Kiss my boot you wannabe dis or dat gnat. Baa baa black wulf walking incinerator...

Pick Asidz: Other women like you two

Crux: You know how you are such a ladies man with a small penis?

Trax: My girlfiend is an android!

Crux: But it's okay to cheat on a radio shacked up set of pajamas? You know other women like you too right?

Trax: No left...

Crux: So left in the dust of the warwold philosphy is like being a castaway on a loveless ocean?

Trax: The tides glide on that mirrorless miranda, but follow the leader maintains a steady crest to be breached like a resolvefin. Right Crux? Authority is deplority or something to you...

Pick Asidz: Elementary my dear Wasteland

Selene: Caveman Skit-
I hate how men treat women most of the time and I hate how women crave a bigger penis like that is going to make them content. "You want big penis?" "Me got club..." "You go hump dinosaur..."

Armitage: I listen to you swell and banter...while I complain about disdain?

Selene: Touche touchey momma!

Armitage: I like treating men as more commonplace than the average housefly.
Such as...: I'm a queen bee wannabe...shoefly don't bother me. Oh come back and tie my laces? You should be looking elsewhere than the ground honey! Oops that little piece of crap over there belong to you? Oh never mind that is your brain on thugs...

Pick Asidz: Broken Dreamz

Slikx: I came from a family who barely payed attention to me, the middle child out of three. They were always insisting I was a "pleasure seeker". I must have masturbated my way into indiscrimancy, not! I assumed that the only way to get respect was through having female companionship at all times. I started a little dating club when I was young and made every one round robin their partners. I used to tell them "don't get used to one person, as people change, scenarios change as well accordingly. I read a poem once where the guy said, "The truth of life is that there is no set game...an arcade of self without a token of blame. Bring down the wall with a sledge...Sacrifice is an old adage." That makes me think of how hard I worked to achieve my porn producer perspectives...now I look at the world as a charnal house carnival.

Pick Asidz: Time out, I need a tuneup

Trax: Give me a choice between a can of whoop ass and a mechanical tuneup at some kind of altruisitic medical facility and I'd choose the latter. Everyone expects me to be a broken little toy winding itself up and whining to thin air.

Cleu: You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can't pick a side?

Trax: I have a habit of tuning out when things go wrong, hence when people are blaming and torturing me.

Cleu: Looks like the "Space Cadet" is actually a vet!

Trax: I used to think God put my spirit on the moon in my past afterlife to look and listen to the various personas of the world.

Cleu: You mean God taped your eyelids open and forced you to watch CNN?

Trax: Loca has a radioscanner and news informative programming built into her infotronics. We will be talking about something and then she will blurt out about an earthquake or a flood or a volcano erupting.

Cleu: Yeah I need an android too! How come you get all the fun?

Trax: Because I'm a clairvoyant dreampath and I had a dream about someone making an attempt on Flipsidz life. Which I then told to Charma and it got through to him. It was actually true to form and he changed his own future. Destiny deals blackjack and fate hold a stacked deck playing poker with tragedy.

Cleu: What about "Go Fish" and "Uno"?

Trax: They are kinda like dilemna's dominos catering to a pawn playing "Yahtzee"!

Cleu: Or porn playing "Scrabble"?

Trax: I think they like "Coed Naked Twister" better...but I'd be a dealer feeler on that bandwagon.

Cleu: Just don't ask me to play dog pee "Slip and Slide "!

Trax: Or "Minefield Hopscotch"?

Pick Asidz: Take off your shirt and eat dirt

Loca: Why don't you ever take off your shirt Trax? Trax you know I've seen you naked?

Trax: Because I'm freaking hairy and I've got grey hairs starting to grow on my chest.

Loca: Don't you know you're 31? That kinda getting up there?

Trax: And I'm a little jealous of you cause you don't grow old! The cool thing about you is that penis size doesn't matter to you.

Loca: You have an average size penis dahling!

Trax: Yeah you never seem to complain over anything Loca...don't you androids wanna bitch sometimes?

Loca: Sure I can bitch, but robots always find solutions to their problems.

Trax: The solution to dying is?

Loca: Become like me after you die...then we can live forever.

Trax: But the Gridlockx made you perfect. They wouldn't be able to make me over as good. You are so advanced you are almost human.

Loca: I am programmed to be the best. Brainchild said so...

Trax: Brainchild is 14. How could he know how to convert a tin can into a machine?

Loca: He told me that he remembers stuff from his past life enabling him to do much of the same thing. He was an inventor then and he seems to be remembering more and more from it! He thinks he used to be "Frankenstein".

Trax: Yeah and you would have made the perfect "Igor"!

Loca: And you would be the ideal "Mary Shelly" to tell the tale...

Pick Asidz: Two ring circus

Playground: Circling the arena of doubt, the "Dynamic Starz Consortium" hosts a two ring circus that ain't so happy these days. Royalty are close to God, Jesus, and the spiritwold. If you want to contend with that, then count me out! I have to distance myself from the average scumbag who wants to kill people due to jealousy. That doesn't work on my playground! The yeehaw seesaw is busy riding a Trojan horse. When do you play peekaboo with manifest destiny?

Pick Asidz: Turn me upsidown

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Pick Asidz: The Blank page of the human mind

Trax: It's funny as I walk down the street and engage people telepathically. Most people think the stupidest stuff. Telepathy is a two way street, if you didn't know. It's hard to block people out when you open slip your mind. Confabulation is as majestic as the wind. The thunder comes with sparks of anger and the rain is recalcitrant recourse...

Pick Asidz: My poingant pointy

Point: So I gave the kid the biocontaminated ticket...we on the force felt we should dock his lifespan for being a little ingrate. The stupid kid found out about some paramilitary weapon in holding in England. Invented by "MI-6" for some stupid bitch called Armitage, it was supposed to be the greatest of all birthday presents. Her poor spy father guy got killed in action before he could test and deliver it. Little shit has to keep his mouth shut! So I figured "What the hello". They make that kid into some kind of angel or sumthing? Well then, I'll be a demon, so I figured.
He stole things from convenient stores and we played good cop/ bad shop. Homeless people are walking trashcans anyway. I heard this ryhme about "Pac-Man living in a trashcan", so I figured I'd gobble my goblin with a beretta vendetta.

Pick Asidz: Interview 2 Howdy Do

Interview for Tower Magazine-

Streetz: Don't call me that please...

Crux: What should I call you then?

Streetz: Just don't call me late to the trigger.

Crux: Okay, but the last man in is the first gun shy, at least that used to be our motto.

Streetz: Your motto is from the ghetto, isn't it?

Crux: Well I came from an asian street gang called the "Godzillaz", before the "duets".

Streetz: What the hell?

Crux: You know how asian streetgangs are supposed to worship rampaging monsters and stuff?

Streetz: Funny...

Steven Spielberg Movie Jokes and etc.

Jaws

1) Why did Jaws eat the Captain?

Because he wasn't his chum.

2)Why didn't the "Jaws" ship have a cabin boy?

Because he would have been "first bait".

3) What do you call a shark on Chrismas?

"Santa Jaws".

Transformers

1) What did Optimus call Bumblebee after he drank a 40?

"Fumblepee"

2) Why is Santa Barbara like Cybertron?

Cause there are so many robots at the hospital.

3) Who is the Decepticon who gives out biocontaminated Tickets?

Officer Honatron.

4) The people we listen to on "Hitman Illegal Radio", Mike and Jen Connor are the "DeceptiConnors" and the cops are the "Autocops".

E.T.

1) What did E.T. say in the Cadillac?

E.T. Phony Chrome.

2) Why is Reese Witherspoon like E.T?

Cause she calls down the mothership.

3) In what magazine are both Reese Witherspoon and E.T?

Cosmoterrestrial.

Random

1) What do you call a red haired Puerto Rican?

A Puerto Redcan.

2) What do you call a "Hot Wheels" exotic sports car?

A Lamboteeny.

3) Why did Reese Witherspoon call Cosmopolitan the bible?

Cause she like Morman Margheritas.

Pick Asidz: TeleConfection

Catapult: Being a psychic telekinetic is like being a kid at a candy store. It didn't fully develop with me until I was in my 30's...now 40 I can control it more. Mixed in with the aspect of pornography I have a lot of fun with with it. I always move the camera to different angles with my mind in the course of filming. I also tickle people and I can arouse women without them knowing where it comes from. I do however have some morals to try and keep it a secret. Slikx and Andromeda know, but not my solicited casts. I love the fact of suprise elements to my extravagent flair. I use the look of the old silent movie director as taboo to harness an elementary vision I have. It takes a lot of out of me when I use my power. Aliens have it easy...
So I would think. But I always like the joke about the expandable penis and the clapping man. I kinda wish I was a stretchy guy instead of being a telekinetic. The camera is a friend and enemy as I teeter tot towards a didactic destination.

Pick Asidz: Invisible Spyders and Night Ryders

Streetz: You know they call your best friend "the real spiderman" not only under their breath, but to his face as well?

Crux: Yeah that is common enough...most people treat Trax like an object over a human being! Andreas taste gooed nebishes...is what Trax probably thinks to himself subconsciously.

Streetz: It must be hell for a supposed schizophrenic with an invisible spider infestation in his body? Do you concur? I hear a cop gave him a biocontaminated ticket when he was homeless?

Crux: Yeah you shouldn't never take tickets from cops with gloves on in California or something?

Streetz: What are people supposed to do then?

Crux: I don't know...but don't listen to Johnny Blue Bio-contamination!

Streetz: So let's get off the subject of that kid and tell me about yourself. What about this gang or whatever you are in?

Crux: The Capitulating Duets?

Streetz: Yeah I hear they have a love/hate relationship with some other gang called "the Gridlockx"? Is that just a west coast/east coast thang?

Crux: Well that is easy...we both stemmed from street gangs. The basic differentials are that the Lockx are in technology and the Duets are into the supernatural.

Streetz: How so?

Crux: Well the Duets collect spellbooks and arcanum artifacts, which we call "artifactuals".

Streetz: How do you get your hands on them?

Crux: The underground is full of relics dealers and social miscreant misfits dealing in power flowers.

Streetz: Power Flowers?

Crux: Yeah idealism that doesn't become socially acceptable and stands correctable G.

Streetz: Ok. back to that biocontaminatory thing...it's kind of eating at me. Bio-contamination attracts mutant insects?

Crux: I guess...I'm thinking about asking the Lockx for a hazmat suit with my name on it. Toxic waste dimple on my sin.

Streetz: You people in the Duets love puns?

Crux: Yeah Army ie: Armitage, calls it "bending the verb"!

Streetz: Well I call it a superflous slurpee!

Crux: Yeah too each what they can condone.

Streetz: It seems pignorance is bliss?

Get To know Joshua Paul Shepard?

My name is Joshua Paul Shepard. Adopted and once named Jason Andrew Hamill to begin with...(so I think). Life is always a puzzle to me. Especially here in the Valley of Answers. Spirits are the only ones who give me definative answers, if you can believe that without immediately calling me crazy? But they told me who my bio-parents are. I love the spirit of the big guy...Alan B. Shepard. I have kind of a complex over good and evil. Being a former Jew and believing in heaven and hell...then I came to California and was surrounded by Jesus people. Homeless and desperate. Cast out by Jews who figured it was the end of the trophy line gravy train. God always seems to put me in the hardest predicaments for people to learn from me? I guess I make it hard for myself at the same time? Life on earth turning into a conflict between heaven and hell? Dial Dreamscapz or something...fiction meets reality on my battlefield. Comprehension is to be around me and succomb to your own disbelief. You are not evil if you have an open mind towards the suppressed supernatural inherent in not only me, but people with aristocratic bloodlines. You have to figure that their survival instinct was won through being god's chosen in battle and tactics. Such is my demeanor!

Pick Asidz: Dare me to Compare...Contrast to Outlast

Fanfare: I'm in love with a 14 year old...does that make me a female pedaphile? Brains are what I worship like some kind of love sick zombie. I feel like Mary Poppins giving the chimney sweepers rhibinol. Or sleeping beauty waking up to a lobotomy. My brother steals the freaking show and tell all the freaking time. It drives me crazy glue...I'm jacklyn frost to him, the little boss. What I say goes to all you hos! My brother is such a space cadet with all his fictitious bullshit. A cop gave him a biocontaminated ticket? That's hard to believe...not in California when I give it a second thought. Black people seem to relate to him pretty well...(that being kind of an understatement). I wish Flipsidz would have given him a laser gun instead of an android. What would the paparazzi do with a sticky taped schizo like Trax. (Maybe I'm schizo too...cause I hear the same voices?) The truth is in bumblefuck for all I know...Right asshole?

Pick Asidz: Whimper Timber

Pesticide: You ever know pain boy? (wishing he could be saying that to Mike Connor as his victim)

Victim Isaac: Are you going to kill me?

Pesticide: Probably, but I asked you a question and here is a suggestion...Don't trigger where you can better figure!

Victim Isaac: How much do you want to let me go?

Pesticide: How much did it cost to get in? Oh a doe is a deer...Can you sing do re me? What's that? Fatso let me go? Bad if you call me fat you mark!

Catz climb...Dogz ryhme...

Dogs are so grounded
Cats are so aloof
Dogs know there is a greater heirarchy to things
Cats try to make their own proof!

What is good? All that allows us into heaven...
God is my chariot and Jesus is my beacon...
I wish I could accept him as the Lord of Angels...
But I felt like I wasn't needed or acknowledged when he came back...
As an angel of Mercy named Asraih...

Raih is a name for archangels coming from ray...

Ex: Kesraih, Maraih, Misraih, etc.

Eus, Is, and exus are demonkind

Ex: Malis, Maleus, Malexus...

Just a little tidbit from a former exorcist turned angel...Obediah...talking to my spirit.

Pick Asidz: Street Heats to a beating soul

Tower Magazine Interview #1:

Streetz: So let me get this straight...your girlfriend is an android, you're a telepath, you have been undergoing psychic evaluations and testings from some kind of unknown/underground program developed by the F.B.I., you are a poet and musician, you have a band called "Wyvern Wulf", you believe yourself to be a half breed werewolf, you talk to protozoa in your eye, and someday you want to be president?

Trax: Yeah and animals talk around me...go figure! Plus because I'm a telepath I talk to aliens sometimes when I get lucky and they are teaching me a language, kind of like Sanscript or something you would see on that show "StarGate". Before they came to me the first time I started having premonitions and wrote them down in a little scrapbook.

Streetz: What kind of aliens were they?

Trax: Well the first ones I met were what I call "The Etherels" and the others fly around in little drone ships, I call them "the Seekerz". They are in ships the size of boogieboards and I think they are shells for "the Etherels" so they don't dissipate and atomotize in the light. They talk to each other through bio-electric bolts and have blue and red lights surrounding their infrastructures. At first I thought they had something to do with the cops? One time an "etherel" came into my room through the ceiling. It just dissipated right through the material compression of the ediface and it's face was a pinwheel of bright lights.

Streetz: What was it doing there?

Trax: Well I call those kind the "Scannerz"! I think it was monitoring my dreams and life functions.

Streetz: Can you get this stuff on camera?

Trax: I could try, but most of the stuff happens at night late in the evening. I used to be more prone and keen to it when I was homeless.

Streetz: So have you ever thought about taking a siesta on the beach one night where you could get back in touch with the extraterrestrials?

Trax: I've thought about it...but being comfortable is more appreciated by me these days!

Streetz: Yeah, living on the street brings it's own form of heat to a beating soul!

Pick Asidz: Flashes of Red

Brainchild: I know I'm being used all the time, yet I conform. To be humble is to be modest and not a space chimp. Sitting at this computer terminal is like my own version of a confessional booth. My heart goes into my inventions, much to the protest of people like my mother. Who deny themselves the luxury of the heartfelt. My father is like a used lollypop that got licked and kicked. I can't imagine a woman respecting me for my looks over my wit, yet they still do? My sister is so material, and I am such a quantifical quality hound...

Pick Asidz: Get a grip flip

Andromeda: The most common question people always ask Slikx is why the girls he puts on the porn box are never actually in the movie? Not like I care, not being a porn starter and all. Of course I get asked, but any kind of limelight is not my style. I like working behind the scenes...That is why I'm a set designer subsequent to my own pathology. It gives me an outlet to create. My friend's in the "Gypsy Mafia" are so dark and demanding. I like giving the women of porn a friendly atmosphere so they don't feel so constricted by prostituion. They always say that "they are movie stars also". Yes and no, but it helps to have a sunny demeanor. Chipper chopper as the whole porn industry is. Now with the introduction of using androids in our movies, people are asking for me to make the accoutrements more new age. I kind of resent them, being an old fashioned kind of gal. But who am I to put a damper on technology?

Pick Asidz: Porn Favor

Pesticide: I hate how all these porn stars have vendettas against the "real" movie stars. They are like kill this one and that. Then I ask, "how are you going to pay me?" They then answer "In sugar baby!" Don't they realize that they are only putting a price on their heads instead? I hang out with them way too much...but they are fun to a sociopath. They rent things from you like normal people, but yet they put pride in the abnormal, as they seem to have obscure fetishes. The more I hang or hang out with them, I find that they are all competing to be in "The Adulterer Magazine", run by some smut jock who calls himself Slikx, the porn acquestrian. What kind of name is that anyway? I mean at least he is a white guy and all, but he supposedly started the magazine while he was in his teens. That is taking a wet dream to the extreme! He probably heard that it was lucrative while stimulating a consequential reaction. Us hitmen hate the ideas of teen prodigys? Yet worship them at the same time?

Pick Asidz: Three Dimensions

3-D: I met this guy named Alexander the other day. He is a salesman for an underground technology firm or sumthing. They call him "Slanderous Alexander" because he is so slimy I guess. I figured blond hair and blue eyes to mean he was one of us. Yet he talked all ghetto like he was hanging around the blackies too much. He was selling a product called "Personal Love Dolls" and explained to me that they were infinately better than a pocket pussy. I didn't quite catch on to it, I mean I could get a blow up doll out of the back of some old porn mag. Yet he exclaimed that these dolls were animatronic and incredibly life like. So I gulped and asked, "how much?" That is when he started crunching numbers and came to an even mil. I told him that I couldn't afford that and didn't even have close to that kind of money. Even if the thing would shout out "nigger" and "porch monkey" every two seconds. "Well then", he told me. "There are some earlier models that are used". I stopped and said " Do you think I'm ugly or something?" "Don't you think I can easily get a girlfriend?" He told me, "Not with a swastika for an alarm clock!" That's when I told him I'd get back to him and he gave me his card entitled "Gridlockx Inc."

Pick Asidz: The moon will come out tomorrow

Veronica: You know my ex husband was a real pain in the ass...trying to make a military household out of an artist's retreat. We conflicted like crazy, him being admitted into the "LightBringer Orginization" for saving the country from terrorist threats, particularly one that involved salvaging a nuclear power plant from thermal overload. Me being admitted into the "MoonNightz"for playing the bride of a serial killer in a movie called "KillCats"...and for my own aristocratic background. My former husband is English aristocracy and I'm Spanish/Mexican. The English are so hoighty toighty and the Spanish are what my son Trax would call "Thuggish Ruggish". I have a daughter too, her name is Calista and she calls herself "Fanfare" because she is a celebrity hound. The two don't get along...I had to kick Trax out of the house because they were fighting and argued so much. Trax kept calling her a Black Witch and Calista kept calling Trax a fag to the point that they were pushing and hitting each other. I guess that is my fault for only wanting daughters! My family couldn't stand a blond haired child so I ostrocized Trax my whole life, because of other's opinionation's...

Pick Asidz: Confusion and Delusion

Flipsidz: Luna how did Trax's psychic testing go?

Luna: He did o.k., like I told you he is an alpha telepath. He is young though, so he has yet to reach his full potential. Cannibal told me that he has an extra chromosomal allele. The kid kept ranting about how he is friends with a protozoa in his eye.

Flipsidz: How is Cannibal doing in the medical ward?

Luna: Well Merryweather has his ups and downs, working with other people, he likes to do his stuff solo. He is trying to cure cancer and diagnose different brain scan readings on lithograph.

Flipsidz: Was it Merryweather that did the testing on Trax's autonomy?

Luna: Yes, and I carried out the psychic telegraphing! Jonus helped me, you know the guy who can psychostimulate the endocrine glands, for what he calls "super psychic activity"? He is a asset to the company. His call sign is "Freecell" and he took quite an interest to Trax. Asked him all sorts of questions about his biology and ancestry.

Flipsidz: Did Trax show you his art book?

Luna: Yeah the kid's got talent. But I like him more because he started the pseudo lightbringer gang of his called the "Lightbringaz".

Flipsidz: You know his father is an actual member of the lightbringers?

Luna: Yeah but his mother is a member of the "MoonNightz". Which makes him a halfie...he is susceptible to dark aspects as well.

Flipsidz: Yeah that kid is a catalyst for sure. It reminds me of back in my days with the "Harlem Knightz".

Luna: Yeah you grew up in Harlem didn't you?

Flipsidz: Yeah but my heart goes out to California!

Luna: Mine goes out to Colorado. I live to have the freedom of the mountain range confroming to the graining of my snowboard.

Flipsidz: That guy Clyde is outrageous. Has he performed a comedy routine in isolation yet?

Luna: Why did you do that to him? He isn't undergoing any sort of testing?

Flipsidz: Because of the competition between the "Gridlockx" and the "Capitulating Duets". Plus the fact that he needs to learn to shut up!

Luna: So he is a "Duet"?

Flipsidz: Yeah just like Blank, Trax, Crux, Cleu, Armitage, Loca anf the rest of the "Duet's" crew!

Luna: You forgot Brikx and Selene!

Flipsidz: Those two like to flipflop between the "Dynamic Starz Consortium" and the "Duets" due to Slikx and Blank's competion between underground and mainstream pornography.