Sunday, August 31, 2008

Pick Asidz: In check

Playing chess...

Crux: You know I hate conformity...the status quo are all smoes!

Trax: I wish I could be normal and conform. But that wasn't the hand I was dealt.

Crux: I hate playing with you...you promised not to read my mind?

Trax: I promised, but I'm paying more attention to finding my own queen.

Crux: Mrs. Right is really uptight!

Trax: And the commonplace has a steady pace...

Crux: What is going on with you and Loca?

Trax: Well I met this Luna chick at Quantico and now my heart pitter splatters.

Crux: Did they say that you qualify for their psychic program?

Trax: They told me that they'd get back to me...

Crux: What do you get when you cross a dingo with a fruit tree?

Trax: What?

Crux: A dingoberry...! Blank is going to watch great whites in a shark cage and he wants you to come along with him to read their minds.

Trax: He probably wants to mate with one...and he wants to know if they are scared of him.

Crux: Yeah right, scared if he grew gills is more like it!

Trax: Check!

Crux: My King has to go to the bathroom...

Trax: And I'll bet he expects me to wipe his ass!

Antenna Song

A knight in shining armor
A bucket for a pale
One night in the brig
I figured out I didn't like jail.
I woke up this morning
With this tatoo across my face
My eyes were stinging endlessly
Cause last night I got maced.
But if you say:
Oh, oh what you doing everybody?
Oh, oh what you doing for love?
And you say:
Oh, oh what you doing everybody?
Oh, oh what you doing for love?
Well your feelers are antenna
Groping what they can
Hiding under bleachers
And questioning the man.
Antenna to listen
To your given mood
An internal radio
With it's own given groove.
Hard to be insistent
When you seek to please
Reaching for the stars
On my hands and knees.
And then you say:
Oh, oh how you feeling everybody?
Oh, oh an antenna for love.
Oh, oh baby you'll eventually find somebody.
Oh, oh somebody to love...
Oh, oh there is always somebody.
When push comes to shove.
Well time flies so quickly
I remember it as a boy
Just bubblegum and leggos
And I was overjoyed
Seeing this evaporate
Into a world alone
Being lonely is just a thing
I can't condone.
Here it is coming on so slow
Doctor give me a prognosis
Of exactly where to go?
And the whole world says:
Oh, oh maybe you're somebody
Oh, oh amazing how you feel love
Oh, oh what you doing Mr. Nobody?
Oh, oh what you doing for love?
And again the whole world says:
Oh, oh maybe you're somebody
Oh, oh amazing how you feel love?
Oh, oh what you doing Mr. Nobody?
Oh, oh what you doing for love?
I sat across from opportunity
It's carcass like a whale
It's teeth shining like Dracula
Waiting to impale
Tell that modern Sampson
Not to cut off that hair
Maybe you'll meet Hercules
Someday if you dare.
Tell me now sunshine?
Tell me my cookie girl
Do you like the nutty ones?
Or do you see the whole world in swirls?
Bloated as objectivity
Hoping to set sail
Don't fight with those feelings
With tooth and nail.
Look me up a reference
Inquiring why
Baby you can count on me
Until the day I die.
And he says:
Oh, oh what you doing everybody?
Put on that antenna for love
Oh, oh what you doing Mr. Nobody?
What you doing for love?
Oh, oh hurry up somebody
Oh, oh I'd give anything...
Anything for love.
Yeah...

Pick Asidz: Party Like an Upstart

Blank: So I went to Universal Studios and dove in with the mechanical "Jaws" shark. I rode it about halfway to the finish line before people started yelling and calling security. I want to go shark seeing in Australia, but my plan is to take Trax, so he can tell me what they are thinking. I want to know, cause I'm fascinated by death...ever since I was a kid growing up in Englewood, I wanted to get up close and personal to the Grim Reaper. I believe/know that the Grim Reaper is actually a shade spectre. With my Nostropodia I have the power to control some of them. Like an attack dog from the great beyond. That kid Trax is into the light elements of things, but my friend Clyde shares my zeal for the darkness...He is the ultimate enabler and cohort for all things to go along with...

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Pick Asidz: Cannabilize This...

Cannibal: I'm a doctor god damn it Jim...I used to love that stuff on "Star Trek". They call me "Cannibal" cause I am an underground clone doctor. Once they found they could clone huskys, I was already cloning people. But the problem with that is that they die too quick. So I met this guy named "Flipsidz" and he introduced me to his crew "The Gridlockx", a techie gang of cyberdweebs, so I thought. They came up with a resolution for my problem. The answer was androids! Giving people a neurological exoskeleton with a mechanical membrane. That way they live forever?

Pick Asidz: Humpty Dumplings

Blank: Hunpty Traxling got on the wall.
Humpty Traxling wasn't that tall.
Humpty Traxling had a good shot.
He ran the numbers and found I could be bought!

Trax: Are you comparing me to a big egg?

Blank: I'm comparing you to a do it yourself omlet!

Trax: Bacon and dregs?

Blank: That is California for you in an eggshell...

Trax: I like the yolk of finer folk.

Blank: Just like me to beg for an egg from a Chicano...

Pick Asidz: White Witch Itch

On the phone-
Charma: You know we need to introduce Trax and Army to the mystic arcane?

Charisma: The white witch code goes out to those who practice the arcane like those two?

Charma: How are my kid's?

Charisma: Tired of you needing to save face!

Charma: You know finding a good man is like diving for oysters with a 100 foot drop?

Charisma: Well you have been at it for so long, I'd have thought you would at least have come up with one pearl by now?

Charma: It's a polluted ocean...

Charisma: You need a greenpeace of man hunting sis!

Charma: Or I need a sexual harassment case against a sea otter. Yup...I got you.

Charisma: How about batting cleanup and taking your kids back for a weekend or two?

Charma: I'm sorry but didn't you remember our agreement? They stay with their auntie until they are fully trained in the underground hacker program. I want Lily to become C+++ afficiated and Bron to have the highest level of challenge in robotics and mechanical engineering that the underground can offer! If you had kids with Flipdsidz someday you would understand.

Charisma: I don't have the time to pamper children all the time, cause I'm on call for the psychic development cause for the F.B.I.

Charma: You have been overstressing you brain with clairvoyant remote viewing, haven't you?

Charisma: Yup see daisys sideways...

Charma: You know our shared power is greater than the division of our parts?

Charisma: Of course I know that, but we fight too much...

Charma: Enough said!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Pick Asidz: Meat Market

Slikx: Porn is provocative, yet leaves nothing to the imagination. I hate when fat people start asking me for favors. It's like it takes away from the sensuality of watching bodies in motion. With all that flab giggling every which way, you have no clue as to what is supposed to be tantalizing about sex. I call that stuff "whale watching" and fat people are always farting when getting hormonal. I like chiseled people in my business, you have to work out to be in style. The more muscle, the more prone you are to hustle. Cause looks can kill but the God of Sex devotes all his time to plentiful pleasure. Self ennebriation in the bump and grind...all positions need aquisitions!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Pick Asidz: Pieces to a pickle puzzle...

Trax: You say I'm almost dead, so does that make me half alive? Which side the white half or the spanish?

Loca: I've got "I kissed a squirrel rigomortis"Alvin.

Trax: Better that than playing "bumper bubbles" with the "Cheerleader from the Black Lagoon".

Loca: Brainchild should make clean up robots to play with after his destructobots reek havock.

Trax: That is just a dream of his...

Loca: I'll give him tissues for his issues!

Trax: Yeah wolf, wolf to you to...damn cat people!

Brainchild: I want you two to know that instantaneous pleasure is not my affliction or affiliation!

Trax: Yeah big words from a 14 teen year old.

Brainchild: 14 going on a hundred...droid boy toy.

Pick Asidz: Brashes with Brainchild

Avatar: Bron is making fun of me because of how accelerated he is in biomechanics and quantum physics. He has now built to new bioandroids. Brikx and Locamotion. They run with the "Capitulating Duets" gang. Blank uses them in porn movies, yet Trax won't give up Locamotion for a minute. Even robots need to make a living...Slikx is thinking of using them too. Bron has also created two microdroids that can be inserted into the human body to help fight cancer...

Pick Asidz: Archetecture Me Golden

Trax: O.k. Loca, I'm going to reprogram you for the day. Your circuit fry if you don't recharge every once in a while, and Brainchild keeps threating to make you balk like a chicken instead of talk, cause I'm chicano...

Loca: Thank you sexy, but as an android I don't need your help as my functions are totally autonomous.

Trax: Like whistling dixie in a cyberstorm of deserted motherboards...

Loca: Well keep your hands to yourself and off of my circuit conductors!

Trax: Have you caught wind that I'm trying to change you from a "nymphbot" to an "assasodrone"? You are such an autonomaton! But you were built using cloned bodyparts, so you are essentially human in physicality, yet your maindrive and core are android. Brainchild first simulated you in I.V.R. then built your bio-organic infrastructure with the help of Cannibal. Your a neurosensor array and wouldn't it be cool if robots learned to spellcast?

Pick Asidz: Windmill Turnpike

(drunk)
Sicco: "Hiccup Handcuffs", I like that...(burp)

Brikx: I'll put handcuffs on you and then hiccup in your face.

Sicco: How is an android going to hiccup? Baby you know I like the kink out of kinky, but I like my freedom when things get sexual.

Brikx: You fat boys are all alike...food comes first before love!

Sicco: Like eating tater tot tomales, sweet cream!

Pick Asidz: Impartial Pepper Pamper

Armitage: Discipline and Demeanor while watching the beaver! Ransack the tack and run away with something black.

Brikx: Poodle puddle coming through...don't let me wet you with the nozzle.

Selene: Glamour, Glamour, Slammer, Slammer, Whipper, Hammer...

Army: Can we toast to another roast or remain decadent through other means?

Brikx: We shall not go to hell! Succubus as I am...I still like to slam. With junkie horses on a racetrack of brimstone.

Selene: Futurepodia casting future rifts....so we all travel to the past or other planets.

Brikx: But with the lethopodia one knows all the sword/gun katas at the academy.

Selene: Doesn't Trax practice Kenpo or some other mixed martial arts that stemmed from kickboxing?

Armitage: Yeah and he practices the swordfighting stuff with Blank and Flipsidz...

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Pick Asidz: The Concrete Constable

Trax: This is the coolest bar in L.A., Loca, I'm telling you.

Loca: Well then why is it so remotely located?

Trax: Cause it's the only place to get away from the drama.

Loca: Well then where is the con in that? Let's go and reconoiter, shall we?

Trax: Yes we shall. But first I have to say hello to T-Wreker the bouncer who works both here and at the "Ravenous Raddish".

Loca: Yeah he is that former navy seal turned pro football player, now bouncer and bodyguard.

Trax: Yeah he knew Flipsidz in the core.

Walking In....

T-Wreker-So it's the tooth fairy and tinkerbell!

Trax: Hey Wrek, been working out? How about telling me twenty ways to kill a man like last week?

T-Wreker: Nope, today I want to apologize for my hormonal rapture. Who is the lady?

Trax: This is codename Locamotion!

T-Wreker: What is she? Like a robot or sumthing?

Trax: (Whispering in his ear)- I don't want to hurt her feelings cause she thinks I'm her boyfriend. Brainchild and Servo created her. Shhh it's a secret!
(Talking out loud again)-No just kidding dude, she is as real as you or me...
(Trax shaking head)

T-Wreker: Hey Loca, do you chug like a choo choo?

Loca: Is he saying bad things about me again?

T-Wreker: Nope, but he mentioned that you are a little mechanically inclined.

Loca: Let's keep that a secret cause you don't compute.

Trax: She is really a "nymphbot"!

T-Wreker: Yeah I heard that Flipsidz and the "Lockx" are selling I.V.R. (Impactual Virtual Reality) products and dreampods?

Trax: Yup and porn I.V.R. that acts as a single man's wet dream.

(The "real andrias" I'm trying to get rid of...not catch! This isn't the invisible spider version of "Pokemon"!)

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Pick Asidz: Test the psyche

Luna: Okay Trax we are going to do some psychic testing on you!

Trax: Should I start launching thought bombs? My real power is clairvoyant dreaming...

Luna: Do you like to daydream?

Trax: Sure do! I love the peace that comes from the somber "dreamscicle".

Luna: Okay I have some cards in my hand and I want you to try and read me mentally to see what suit and what kind of card I am holding.

Trax: You are a guarded one are you not?

Luna: Yes I've gone through psychic shielding lessons. The people I deal with like to keep their secrets guarded closely.

Trax: How exactly do you refract our psychic advances then?

Luna: We have been trained through meditations and such.

Trax: Cool, but what happens when you run into a telekinetic or a remote viewer? They can see through walls and the telekinetics can move objects with their minds...

Luna: That is classified...

Luna: You aren't one of those are you?

Trax: No not myself, as young as I am, but I know some others with special paranormal abilities. A lot of them I'm related to. Some of them suprised me in places when my shielding was down. Psychic people, to my knowledge, come in all shapes and sizes. Some people call us freaks, but to most we are valued members of society. At least that is how I hope the F.B.I. sees us...

Pick Asidz: Stumble across my thoughts

Cleu: What is the opposite of a homicide?

Clyde: A matricide?

Cleu: Nope just another day in hollywood!

Clyde: Would you kill Holly if you could?

Cleu: Nope just rape her senseless.

Clyde: What about "Capital Hillary"?

Cleu: I'd Obama her....

Clyde: Doesn't take a genius to smell that coffee.

Sicco: I heard that Trax spoke to the F.B.I.'s Psychic Affairs Unit liason...

Cleu: Did he do it telepathically?

Clyde: If I was a telepath I'd think dirty thoughts.

Cleu: If you were a telepath you would rid the world of bad geometry.

Clyde: Yeah I'd do mystery math...

Sicco: I'd do the slick psychic routine around the clock. Hoping to secretly hock...

Cleu: That is what Trax does in his "dreamspeaking", he says...Dial a ding a ling...This is the psychic hotline.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Pick Asidz: In tandem with the Phantom

Trax: So this is the F.B.I.
Do you feebees
Give freebees
Or just heebee jeebies?

Luna: We are a little more ingenuitive than that...giving freebees you go to the homeless shelter.

Trax: Been there done that!

Luna: Hon you need to tell me that you were once down and out...the public is generally always down in the dumps if they come to us.

Trax: Well my dog is using my credit card online to buy pet porno products and I want to bust him.

Luna: And I suppose your pet fly is Spanish too...

Trax: Nope, actually my pet spider is spinning webs with messages in them ever since the alien seeker drone came into my room one night...

Luna: O.k. Trax, my name might be Luna, but I'm not a lunatic!

Trax: Well isn't the law such a free for all? I mean corruption is everywhere. I can't even go to the hospital anymore without feeling like someone is going to misdiagnose me with a urine infection for a brain tumor.

Luna: Well Trax some of the problem might be that you are labeled as a schizophrenic.

Trax: Does that mean that I can feel pain? Does that mean that I should be in the rubber room screaming about demons coming to get me? Or should I have forgotten my own name and birth date? Should I fly away on my steel pegasus or sumthing? My first doctor said I was bipolar like my Mom. Then I was homeless for a stint and contracted what everybody calls the "real andrias". Cause some hitman cop gave me a biocontaminated ticket and it attracted some strange sort of bugs.

Luna: We feel bad for hitmen California Cops here at the F.B.I., Trax. What was his name?

Trax: I call him "bad decision".

Luna: So away went the bad dream when you got back on your feet?

Trax: Not completely as every dreamnight is another day in the life world extinguished. Lucky to be alive is my middle name. I go about life in the style that every day is a delicacy!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Pick Asidz: F.B.I. Psychic Affairs Director Luna Cole

Luna: Heck to those adventathropes Traz...you know the F.B.I. has a lot of more pressing matters to deal with than miscreant gang members.

Traz: Well we could leave it to those big shots Flipsidz and Styz?

Luna: So I've been hearing reports that a kid named Trax Murphy is talking to aliens late at night and learning spellcraft from them?

Traz: As the keepers of order we should correspond with him and his "Lightbringaz Gang", as they are the pseudo sect of the real "LightBringers Orginization". That one is above our heads, just like the "Skulls" and the "Free Masons". The Lightbringers have supposedly been around since the days after Camelot and King Arthur fell...

Luna: I heard that Trax's father General Glen Murphy is a lightbringer? Does that tie him into being a vagabond free mason? That is what I want to know.

Traz: Well you know that the F.B.I. trys to make laws and regulations on psychic affairs, but because that is unconstitutional they have to limit their purpose to just observational symmetries.

Luna: Well I'm interested in all of the above, yet Flipsidz is always jagging about his former colleuge in some crazy anarchist group, his name is Mr. Blank as he always uses an alias. What do you think about getting a mole into that witchrafting subculture.

Traz: Sounds like something that we could add to that fish bowl of varying colors...I'll get on it with the police. You see what you can scrap up in terms of the agency.

Luna: The night hides the veracity of the mortal coil Traz. We have to enter it to find out what secrets are lurking in the pseudo shadows of what lingers in the alleyways. The world is changing and we as the F.B.I. need to change with it...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

G.I. Josh To: Sgt. Slaughter

An army of one is a fundamental.
To a man who laughs it off not being too judgemental.
I understand society and it's laws on the bottom.
I am really a prince and Santa Barbara isn't Sodom.
You never met me, but yet I was introduced to your daughter.
She is a beauty and not unemotional fodder.
That is how I am still unattached...
Too much downtrodden bullshit...
Ever since I hatched.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Sodden Earth Conceptz

Angellum
Dark Angelle
Lite Angelle
Lun Angelle
Hydro Angelle
Fyre Angelle
Ice Angelle
Terra Angelle
Hel Angelle-stands guard in New Hel
Epsi Angelle
Alpha Angelle
Gamma Angelle
Electro Angelle

Demonium
Fyre Daemon
Acid Daemon
Electro Daemon
Neu Hellion Daemen
Neu Hel Bastion
Alpha Demin
Sludge Daemon
Elphi Daemon

Pick Asidz: Rufus the dufus

Clyde: What did the chigger say to the nigger?
I'm going to hollywood to pour out some liquor for my whole trees!

What is my favorite pussymon?

Volvasaur!

Monday, August 4, 2008

Pick Asidz: Tablet Tennis

Sicco: I'm having a baby with my pocket pussy...

Loca: I want you to take herbal suppliments for penis erectile stimulus, so you can gain a few extra inches, o.k.?

Trax: And you want me to use rogaine too?

Loca: Yup!

Trax: How about I put the rogaine on my pubes and the penis enlarger in my hair? Do you think that I'd look like a penis medusa who is growing a friendly forest?

Loca: Hokey the snare would say put out that penis tire.

Sicco: Loca you and Trax should get together and do a duet for "Wyvern Wulf". Loca you could sing with Trax...and the (real andrias-ie: parasites) can sing in the background. Then you could rename the band "Wulf Parasite"!

Trax: You know what I like about the string on a tampon? Is that it looks like you have a mouse living in your vagina complexicat. Maybe then you could identify with what it felt like to have a penis monster?

Loca: Oh yeah, well when you wear a condom it looks like you put a raincoat over a matchbox car. You need penis wheels sexy...your penis makes it blow!

Trax: Well my matchbox isn't 20 yet or ever...they say 7 is a lucky number yet six basks in the sunshine of much adieu over something...

Pick Asidz: Sand Castle Blues

Gen. Murphy: All right officers...today we play "pin the tail on the dragon"! I want every one of you to make a collage of what they think is wrong with the world while on R and R. Using newspaper clips, magazines and other periodicals to do such.

Lt. Anderson: Isn't that a little like sidetracking the soldier's resiliance?

Gen. Murphy: Not while fighting in this war Lieutenant!

Captain Stewart: What lays dormant is kicking up sand like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum in a desert sandbox.

Sgt. Rainier: Is that like having no hands in a leggo utopia? I used to build fortresses and war machines out of them, just to crash them and see them crumble.

Gen. Murphy: Back wehn I was a kid we only had link blocks to use as our building erectors. It's not like I was going to set fire to the wood of democracy!

Colonel Truman: Horticulture is a delinquent hemisphere in the ranks, General! A concrete jungle as opposed to this here sandy castle...

Pick Asidz: A soldier's fortune

Gen. Murphy: Fortuitous didactics make the man adorned in stars and stripes seek to ware his own flag. Trax has been sending me emails talking about all kinds of "hitman" nonsense. I tell him that most hitmen are cowards compared to the camoflaged essence of military comradery. Mercs have a purpose and the general redneck with a gun finds his honor in a bottle. Battle hardened and gleaming to a rocket's red glare is the paradigm for cadence. I was a Vietnam Veteran before and just another grunt to punt. The hell that was created over there got most people in touch with dark influences of razor rancor. I was an officer because I went to college in the 60's instead of being a flower child. My flower was inserted into the muzzle of my M-16. Like a torch of my target conscience, life was a limerick lurking in the demeanor of doom. When I finally got home I discovered that I wanted a simple life of humble modesty. Notoriety paces around like a kid at a candy store. Everything shopping for love with a penchant for a penny. Old Abe built a shack around the confines of his persona personalized by a petrification. Stable as Clark Gable with a hint of the "Sundance Kid" on a scarlet scarab of a song and dance made corporeal. My son was raised by his mother, due to my call of duty. Once I rose in the ranks to Lieutenant I was contracted by an orginization called the "Lightbringers". They are the most secret of all harness' into the supernatural in that they dwell in the life giving forces that are the most important thing in democracy to protect. Democratic apologies being made to us people with psychic abilities. It is the hardest thing in the world for me to become attached to life ticking away into the darkness. My two sons are the ying and my daughter is the yang. I remarried after I came home from Desert Storm. I used to love Veronica because of her wit, charm and aristocratic background. Seeking an armistice with Mrs. MoonHeart, but women with the moon on the mind like to shy away from accoutriments. Veronica was a child actress and pin up girl beauty queen. Funny how expressions of self get turned inside out into a heart of stone. Being lonely makes you forget the memory of mass effect. Distilled by heartache makes you a calamitous of a cummulus of emotive. I am not perfect, but no official can be extraordinarily able to connect with a courting of the contentious connundrum that is satisfaction.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Pick Asidz: Gypsy Poughkipsie

Andromeda: My element is the "shadowspring" of a dark cold night life. The love is the magnet which makes opposites attract so I can reflect. Just like the Mayflower of culture, love is a phenomenon to a "capitalist concotion". I can concoct presidence, but I can't create a delerium until I apply precision. Precise to the ingradient ingredient of 180% centerfeit. Proxy to dare and compare. Love doesn't compromise but death should. I listen to the admoration confetti that comes with the climactic contract, the pact between glamour and lace. That is my boyfriend Slikx's department. He is a manifestual dignitary to lust's neccesity. He keeps me out of the loop of his "day job". "No you cannot pose in my magazine or my movies, you are a lot better than that", he says. Even though he tells me I could have been a better runway model than gypsy. "Keep it old school and tradition has it's own brand of culmination. Constrict yourself around the ignanamous and the coil may strangle you like a garote. Make a set of rules for yourself and things pan out into the melting pot of ingenuity. The smooth focus of a dreaming wayfarer instills life beyond the dream into a considerate realism. You wouldn't believe how many mythic things stemmed from realistic paraformalities. It's like terraforming a new planet to reap the rewards of a dreamscape isoscoles.

Pick Asidz: The Frigid Frigidaire

Slikx: "Some people say that I am heartless...
Some people call me cold...
To others it's callous...
But to most it's just plain frigid."

I was an orphan growing up, as I switched parents three times, mostly because they couldn't get along and cheated on each other. So selfish and uncaring, as I learned the world to be at a young age! You grab onto family like a cold compress in a sauna when you've had it as bad as me. Family is your's to choose when you are a byproduct of your hapless environment. Genetics are one thing, but the setting is always a refresher to to a naivete innocent intrinsic. Like saying, "You are going to hell because you have been bad." Then finding out that the bottom is a grind that the survivalist should keep in mind. My dad was a collage of who I wanted to let in at the moment...
My mom was a stool pidgeon on a snare. When I turned 28 I created "The Adulterer Magazine". Looking up to the likes of Hugh Hefner and Larry Flint. Having good looking women around is a commodity of the "high life". You have a way to barter friendship to the likes of the common man. You would be suprised to find out that just because a person may be wealthy, they still might be lacking something in a dull moment of "intellectual intercourse". The women I promote are the ones that all men are looking for on an infatuatory basis. A consort to a dignitary of style. Most men I appease are of the low level of society. But "busting a nut" is a sedimentary measure to a hard rock collection. "The Adulterer" started in 95' and is now one of the foremost adult consortiums around the globe. I admit it's a controversial way to go, but controversial sparks a flint to ignite in society's "ode de lamont". I've seen and catered to all kinds...They started by calling me "Kid Kulprit" and now I'm "Mr. Slikx". I contest to a contractual conviction. I read a poem once that said, "The more you lift a muscle through curls, lifts and bends. The more prone you are to hustle through girls, gifts, and beds." I keep myself in shape so I can be an adulterous icon.