In a darkened cave there lay a fortress one part Necrowulf and one part GeoWulf. They were the lords of the werewulf and practice Black and White Arcanum Wulf. They were also the Lords of the Werewulf and practicied Golemographagus, a form of Summoning golemes and golemites, big and small.
Sune Lord Geomoneus was the head of the Lyght Geowulves and the Lyght Monasterium Wulf Tribe called the WulfLyght. They were sometimes accompanied by Demangelle and Angelleraphim. They would beam down through a cryosis beam from their representative time space. New Epsiloni was in the legislarium starcronospace zima on the transpondopod.
Darke Lord Necromoneus was the necrochieftain lord of the of the Necrowulf Black Faction Zumos. He held tribunal with the Dinozaurs, the insecticlones and the Dark Void Gods. He also spoke to new Hellios with the Daemon.
They were in the OmniWulf order of Starcroz and held court together. Their castle was held together underground the mountain ranges of New Mexico's deserts.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Pick Asidz: Hooker Hookwyrm
Trax: Confetti or Spaghetti?
Sicco: Pizza or skeezer?
Trax: Must be the reigning remaining...?
Sicco: Or the hapless hooker that gave you hookworm through the cops present to you. Honatron. Right?
Trax: She screwed a cop to unscrew Mountain Dew and biocontaminated you know who...
Sicco: Andrea or Rebecca or sumthing. Bad for hitmen radio...as a real radio jockey like me hates the pirates like a fat man hates pilates. Cleu is a radio announcer and understands the same thing even though he loves them hos.
Trax: I wish I could give this hookwyrm to her, make the them suffer a little bit.
Sicco: As a present or an apphrodesiac?
Trax: So good at dishing out intentions without thinking of their consequences...that is why I am on a higher tier.
Sicco: Yeah hitmen when they can't afford to hang their hat!
Trax: Now they are everybody's best friend with a basic tell tale fart. Follow the loser onto the label ladder for the cops to burn rubber.
Sicco: Or more like burn rubber when they see you coming?
Trax: That is some laborious latex my man.
Sicco: I like love from an android, huh dude?
Trax: Yeah I can change the contrast, the picture and the volume. I can rewind and fast forward to the good part with my virgin hand. I'm always tweeking her...my Locamotion.
Sicco: Yeah well Brikxy is pretty hot too? Some say that being friends with you is like a hand job?
Trax: How so?
Sicco: Contexture to confuse to see if you blow your fuse then use double digits.
Trax: I come with no peace white man...
Sicco: Then what trickery Tex?
Trax: That is a super cally frag ballistika.
Sicco: Or fries and a shake from a hooker with a rake?
Trax: Or porn to rape.
Sicco: Pizza or skeezer?
Trax: Must be the reigning remaining...?
Sicco: Or the hapless hooker that gave you hookworm through the cops present to you. Honatron. Right?
Trax: She screwed a cop to unscrew Mountain Dew and biocontaminated you know who...
Sicco: Andrea or Rebecca or sumthing. Bad for hitmen radio...as a real radio jockey like me hates the pirates like a fat man hates pilates. Cleu is a radio announcer and understands the same thing even though he loves them hos.
Trax: I wish I could give this hookwyrm to her, make the them suffer a little bit.
Sicco: As a present or an apphrodesiac?
Trax: So good at dishing out intentions without thinking of their consequences...that is why I am on a higher tier.
Sicco: Yeah hitmen when they can't afford to hang their hat!
Trax: Now they are everybody's best friend with a basic tell tale fart. Follow the loser onto the label ladder for the cops to burn rubber.
Sicco: Or more like burn rubber when they see you coming?
Trax: That is some laborious latex my man.
Sicco: I like love from an android, huh dude?
Trax: Yeah I can change the contrast, the picture and the volume. I can rewind and fast forward to the good part with my virgin hand. I'm always tweeking her...my Locamotion.
Sicco: Yeah well Brikxy is pretty hot too? Some say that being friends with you is like a hand job?
Trax: How so?
Sicco: Contexture to confuse to see if you blow your fuse then use double digits.
Trax: I come with no peace white man...
Sicco: Then what trickery Tex?
Trax: That is a super cally frag ballistika.
Sicco: Or fries and a shake from a hooker with a rake?
Trax: Or porn to rape.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Gheist Menagerie: Prologue
It started a long time ago, prone to the bible, what some people call the spirit world, what others call the "wold". With the first demise of spirit from body, a la Adam and Eve, the souls of such people needed a place to recirculate. What goes up must come down, to God's horticulture of essence. The spirit is a fascimile of the corporeal, like a riverbed desert which used to be a lake. Ghosts, spectres, gheists, phantoms, shades...what is the difference? A whole lot of names with no place to go but limbo. What happens to such spirits? Are they fascinated with getting in touch with their relatives? Saying I knew you as my great grandfather and now you are my grandson? Can such bodyless souls get in touch with our parameters of reality? What is the heavenly equation? What is the meaning of life? Do heaven and hell figure into the equation? How much bad does it take to reach the bottom of hell? Are they competing? Who is on top on this plane of existance? Heaven or hell? Remembering there is limited space on the top much like the power struggle of civilization? (Because there are so many of them and so little of us that means we have to work extra hard right?) Is that the thinking of a "good" person? Actions speak and equate, but what is that then that we need help in a lonely complexity? Do those spirits reach out in times of need, much like the bible signifigantly applies love for Jesus Christ and his salvation? Can you reach out to a more compliable distinguishment of heritage, much like people try to do in seances or paying homage to their ancestors gravesites? When we seek an answer, and people are full of themselves, lies and deciet, can we ask the immaterial for help? The intangible consciousness? Is space relative to hell in the dull void. A prison without a host? The darkness with no answers? The light only coming to you when you reach an epiphony of enlightenment about recourse in your positivity? Hell is what you make it, maybe?
Pick Asidz: Held Captive
Armitage: Here I am holding the hand of a boyscout when I should be holding a desert eagle? My dream is to get my father's armour out of the military and for use by myself. He was Mi6 and an inventor of grandeous proportions. It is called the prototype X.P.M. (Xenomorphic Promethius Armour). It is biomechanical and hooks into the body's bioelectric thinking through a device called a "braincap mainframe". The military wants to mass produce the hardware componentry and I am fighting them step by step. I am the inheritee, not Uncle Sam! I am only one person, what can I do? That is what they say to themselves then they promote "An Army of One"? So I am taking a vacation sleeping with the enemy, literally. I hate the scum I associate with, but they are a means to an end. Women selling their bodies, does not mean we sell our souls!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Pick Asidz: El presidente intelligente
Cleu: So what the hell is down with the "HellBringaz"?
Cog: Just anarchy, annihilation and concentrations on the usual masturbations!
Cleu: What about the "Hexorcists"? Have they been busy with the new "Hell Notez"?
Cog: Yeah, everytime we get a hell note it seems to come true...to the delight of my fiery passions. Coming from that Dark Cloudz lady. She is one hell of a psychic...She predicted some kid in Africa would get a stigmata and some kid in New Guinea could turn water into blood. We pride ourselves on cases of neumonisis, imprisoning the demons in a "soul prism" is what the Lightbringers do, but we use them for carnage. We have our own countermeasures in what we call "sole caskets". Unleashing the demons on common ground.
Cleu: Who is the head Hellbringaz clergyman?
Cog: Well we hate the stupid Lightbringers Father Naturos. We don't exactly have our own hell priest yet, we are still trying to formulate a hell battalion.
Cleu: How many sole caskets have you collected so far?
Cog: Well the original Hel Knights go back as far as the Dream Knights...Hundreds of sands...we keep all the sole caskets in the Hel Dungeon Cemetary.
Cleu: And they let you broadcast about killing Trax all the time? Aren't you just a pirate hitman who wants chaos cause he can't think straight? A loser with a bad purpose? A chaos cause...?
Cog: Just anarchy, annihilation and concentrations on the usual masturbations!
Cleu: What about the "Hexorcists"? Have they been busy with the new "Hell Notez"?
Cog: Yeah, everytime we get a hell note it seems to come true...to the delight of my fiery passions. Coming from that Dark Cloudz lady. She is one hell of a psychic...She predicted some kid in Africa would get a stigmata and some kid in New Guinea could turn water into blood. We pride ourselves on cases of neumonisis, imprisoning the demons in a "soul prism" is what the Lightbringers do, but we use them for carnage. We have our own countermeasures in what we call "sole caskets". Unleashing the demons on common ground.
Cleu: Who is the head Hellbringaz clergyman?
Cog: Well we hate the stupid Lightbringers Father Naturos. We don't exactly have our own hell priest yet, we are still trying to formulate a hell battalion.
Cleu: How many sole caskets have you collected so far?
Cog: Well the original Hel Knights go back as far as the Dream Knights...Hundreds of sands...we keep all the sole caskets in the Hel Dungeon Cemetary.
Cleu: And they let you broadcast about killing Trax all the time? Aren't you just a pirate hitman who wants chaos cause he can't think straight? A loser with a bad purpose? A chaos cause...?
Pick Asidz: Send me to Camp?
Trax: Send me to camp without postage on my stamp?
Getting rid of in any way that leads me astray?
Why can't you help?
Are you too much of a whelp?
Can't you listen?
To my recent decision?
Of getting with a pidgeon?
To pretend like a parrot?
Like dangling that carrot?
Of a new signifigant bait?
In this town which I hate?
Now to be popped like a pimple?
And straddled on a pole?
My ATM cards are my new goal...
Something which you can't control?
Negligence and wait?
Maybe he will just abate?
Fall out of place...jettison into space?
Go away damn you...my name is Trax!
I'm not a fan of you!
Getting rid of in any way that leads me astray?
Why can't you help?
Are you too much of a whelp?
Can't you listen?
To my recent decision?
Of getting with a pidgeon?
To pretend like a parrot?
Like dangling that carrot?
Of a new signifigant bait?
In this town which I hate?
Now to be popped like a pimple?
And straddled on a pole?
My ATM cards are my new goal...
Something which you can't control?
Negligence and wait?
Maybe he will just abate?
Fall out of place...jettison into space?
Go away damn you...my name is Trax!
I'm not a fan of you!
Pick Asidz: Moonajauna
Cleu: I thought of a new skit to do with the prostitutes:
Redneck Joe: Hey there baby! We found ourselves a new grow spot for our pot.
Redneck Jane: Where dude?
Redneck Joe: Well I thought maybe the moon...we could call it "Moonajauna"?
Redneck Jane: What will we do with Mars? Grow candy...?
Redneck Joe: Hey there baby! We found ourselves a new grow spot for our pot.
Redneck Jane: Where dude?
Redneck Joe: Well I thought maybe the moon...we could call it "Moonajauna"?
Redneck Jane: What will we do with Mars? Grow candy...?
Pick Asidz: Fate Call
Cell phone conversation with Bio-Mom...the enevitable incredible!
Veronica: Prose grammar...is that what you call it? Trax put me on a pedestal and pedal like the Tour de France!
Trax: I feel more like a peddler uncouth playing the fiddle on a griddle...
Veronica: The grid is alive with the sound of smoozic Traxy...when you figure me into the philharmonic!
Trax: So you do love me?
Veronica: Love is half the battle, but environments change the climactic climates.
Trax: And I'm a climactic primate right?
Veronica: You know I feel like a gameshow host on "Wheel of Fortune Cookies"?
Trax: What would my fortune say?
Veronica: Bad if you land on "Pass your turn"!
Trax: Forget about my 15 minutes Mom...Try 5 years of agony!
Veronica: You think living in the limelight is agonizing...?
Trax: You're missing my point...Agony like pagentry?
Veronica: Stop asking stupid questions with snappy answers like I'm "Mom Magazine".
Veronica: Prose grammar...is that what you call it? Trax put me on a pedestal and pedal like the Tour de France!
Trax: I feel more like a peddler uncouth playing the fiddle on a griddle...
Veronica: The grid is alive with the sound of smoozic Traxy...when you figure me into the philharmonic!
Trax: So you do love me?
Veronica: Love is half the battle, but environments change the climactic climates.
Trax: And I'm a climactic primate right?
Veronica: You know I feel like a gameshow host on "Wheel of Fortune Cookies"?
Trax: What would my fortune say?
Veronica: Bad if you land on "Pass your turn"!
Trax: Forget about my 15 minutes Mom...Try 5 years of agony!
Veronica: You think living in the limelight is agonizing...?
Trax: You're missing my point...Agony like pagentry?
Veronica: Stop asking stupid questions with snappy answers like I'm "Mom Magazine".
The Original "Metal Year"-To: Hideo Kojima
A snake in the grass
A gigantic mechanical terror
Armed with nuclear missiles
There is no room for error
My ploy is to take them out
Slowly and surely
My skills are considerable
I am a clone purely
Of that man "Big Boss"
A warrior and a weapon
The means justify the loss
Of a "Metal Gear" heaven
Camoflage of my soul
Consideration to my situation
At the bridge there is a toll
Without heeding hesitation
The life of something solid
The liberty of the pursuit
Patriot to the game
Without liquid to dillute.
A gigantic mechanical terror
Armed with nuclear missiles
There is no room for error
My ploy is to take them out
Slowly and surely
My skills are considerable
I am a clone purely
Of that man "Big Boss"
A warrior and a weapon
The means justify the loss
Of a "Metal Gear" heaven
Camoflage of my soul
Consideration to my situation
At the bridge there is a toll
Without heeding hesitation
The life of something solid
The liberty of the pursuit
Patriot to the game
Without liquid to dillute.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Good Measure: Act 4
Narrorator-Merlinus: Juggle the gizzard and hand me a light. Your love is like water to my thirsty delight. Fernando and Angelica did elope to a new castle of newfound hope...life is renewed with a little medecine? I'm killing deer and eating the venison.
Angelica: Thank you good wizard! Talking about the filter of a rocket to space on a railroad tilter. My question is a reflection of myself in a mirror. I look at myself and doubt I can hear her. What is my hope to toy in a boy. Harrow the suggestion of which I annoy...
Fernando: I wish I could ship unto the clouds on a dreamboat called "synthesis". Purchased a purpose about relevant deliverences. To be convinced of this...a vacation I need, while here I bleed oozing the love of a rainbow provocation at a foreign destination. Among the raindrops of heaven I found Good Measure, hot as butter and ill pleasure. Melting on the grill, my love is as endearing as a cold winter chill. Frost forebearing to temper the cold heat, did you figure me to be one of the meek? If so then stand aloof to ponder your perserverence in an original thought suggesting adherence. I stand on the tangent of a new life, but here I am on a cliff diving into strife?
Angelica: To live in a question...perplexed in a dream. People are purple and I've got red ice cream. Don't ask me a question sounding so shrewd. Like you are a lounging scoundrel who has seen me in the nude. Hurricane at harbor. Eclipse at school. Hide me in the closet where sunshine rules. Permit me to establish one simple temper. A catalyst at heart with one gleaming ember. Intermesh and intertangle a new roof to shingle. Settle down the tantrum and listen to our own anthem?
Fernando: So you are asking me to establish a symbiosis, like miosis and mitosis, in a bag full of doughnuts? Oh what I wouldn't do to succumb. To warlike encouragement of my anger like a crumb. Leaving a trail through a forest of doubt. Bringing life to the dream is what thy harvest about?
Angelica: Potential you have...party people you have not! You sir, are a tiller of a bag full of snot. Tear in the eye, truth in thy heart. Natural in dimensions which set us apart?
Angelica: Thank you good wizard! Talking about the filter of a rocket to space on a railroad tilter. My question is a reflection of myself in a mirror. I look at myself and doubt I can hear her. What is my hope to toy in a boy. Harrow the suggestion of which I annoy...
Fernando: I wish I could ship unto the clouds on a dreamboat called "synthesis". Purchased a purpose about relevant deliverences. To be convinced of this...a vacation I need, while here I bleed oozing the love of a rainbow provocation at a foreign destination. Among the raindrops of heaven I found Good Measure, hot as butter and ill pleasure. Melting on the grill, my love is as endearing as a cold winter chill. Frost forebearing to temper the cold heat, did you figure me to be one of the meek? If so then stand aloof to ponder your perserverence in an original thought suggesting adherence. I stand on the tangent of a new life, but here I am on a cliff diving into strife?
Angelica: To live in a question...perplexed in a dream. People are purple and I've got red ice cream. Don't ask me a question sounding so shrewd. Like you are a lounging scoundrel who has seen me in the nude. Hurricane at harbor. Eclipse at school. Hide me in the closet where sunshine rules. Permit me to establish one simple temper. A catalyst at heart with one gleaming ember. Intermesh and intertangle a new roof to shingle. Settle down the tantrum and listen to our own anthem?
Fernando: So you are asking me to establish a symbiosis, like miosis and mitosis, in a bag full of doughnuts? Oh what I wouldn't do to succumb. To warlike encouragement of my anger like a crumb. Leaving a trail through a forest of doubt. Bringing life to the dream is what thy harvest about?
Angelica: Potential you have...party people you have not! You sir, are a tiller of a bag full of snot. Tear in the eye, truth in thy heart. Natural in dimensions which set us apart?
Pick Asidz: Dog Pills R' Us
Trax: I know it's crazy, but when I play "Reversi" on my cellphone, I think of the white opposing chips as Vermox pills. Wishing I could reach in and take them. All I can think about is getting medecine and all the fairweather friends saying they want me when I get my money. Sayonara to California when I do...I'm tired of taking dog dewormer here! Dog pills and trying to make friends with the worms? What a life...
Dream Telekinesis
I smell the seashell of hell...
So I dwell in the so far fell?
But light hit my brow
And I ensconced with the now
The truth found in a bottle
Always full throttle
Denying the charge
Into the by and large...
Locust to claim
Scarab to blame?
Suttle as sunshine
Drought like wine
Tiller to take
Obeying the rake
Hit with the fan
And getting a tan...
So I dwell in the so far fell?
But light hit my brow
And I ensconced with the now
The truth found in a bottle
Always full throttle
Denying the charge
Into the by and large...
Locust to claim
Scarab to blame?
Suttle as sunshine
Drought like wine
Tiller to take
Obeying the rake
Hit with the fan
And getting a tan...
Monday, April 20, 2009
Once again..."The Original Duke of Biohazard"-To: Resident Evil
Zombies, Zombies, Zombies
Shoot them in the head
Live Underground
Don't make a sound
You might wake the dead
Alice is not in wonderland
The earth is in despair
Survival is the name of the game
Which Umbrella cannot repair
Call me the "Duke of Biohazard"
As I stand my ground
How many bullets do I have?
As my heart may pound?
This virus is the fall of man
To which only the lucky get the cure
No I will not join the company
With such sophisticated allure
Piece me back together
Paste me a somber plan
The residents are all evil
With this gun in hand
Hopefully I can stay immune
Like my ammunition
Keep my head on straight
Sweeping my volition
Yes I'm volatile
My sanity is my base
If I stay alive
We might save the human race!
Shoot them in the head
Live Underground
Don't make a sound
You might wake the dead
Alice is not in wonderland
The earth is in despair
Survival is the name of the game
Which Umbrella cannot repair
Call me the "Duke of Biohazard"
As I stand my ground
How many bullets do I have?
As my heart may pound?
This virus is the fall of man
To which only the lucky get the cure
No I will not join the company
With such sophisticated allure
Piece me back together
Paste me a somber plan
The residents are all evil
With this gun in hand
Hopefully I can stay immune
Like my ammunition
Keep my head on straight
Sweeping my volition
Yes I'm volatile
My sanity is my base
If I stay alive
We might save the human race!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Loca Cheer To: Grandma Hanna Lee Kurlansik
Loca: Cocksucker Motherfucker Eat a bag of shit!
Douchbag Asshole Suck your mother's tit
You are the worst human
All us androids truck
Rah Rah Fuck...
One banana, two banana, four
Put your chest against the floor
Do a push up or lick the ground
You are a werewolf kind of hound
I'm a kitten and a Kat
Prounce around in my vat
Beastial one and Bestial two
Oh Traxy boy I'm in love with you...
Douchbag Asshole Suck your mother's tit
You are the worst human
All us androids truck
Rah Rah Fuck...
One banana, two banana, four
Put your chest against the floor
Do a push up or lick the ground
You are a werewolf kind of hound
I'm a kitten and a Kat
Prounce around in my vat
Beastial one and Bestial two
Oh Traxy boy I'm in love with you...
Pick Asidz: Talk is cheap when the mourning comes
Trax: I'm so freaking bloated at this point...I think the hospital tried to kill me because I was using toothpaste to cleanse my system along with drinking lots of salt water and vitamin C pills...plus my handy dandy Ativan. Damn that first bug I had, like having a little spider live inside my penis. Three years of hell and then the thing finally died! Thank Jesus! Still got the hookworm bad after 5 years. Can see them inside my eyes when I hold my head up to the light. They come out with Bennadryl, so I take lots of dyphinhydromine. The best are the Laraxapan/Loratadine mix. Need Vermox, Penecilin, Leviquid, Amozycilin, azithromycin, Pyridium, Albenza combo. Figured that out...keep it on the lay low unhypnotize me oblivious chart.
P.S. Not to forget the regular bathing in Witch's Bane, Hydrogen peroxcide and Epsom Salt. Then wash off with rubbing alcohol...
P.S. Not to forget the regular bathing in Witch's Bane, Hydrogen peroxcide and Epsom Salt. Then wash off with rubbing alcohol...
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Pick Asidz: Super Mental Man
Trax: Hey Sexy...I've thought of a new idea for a costume for this Halloween.
Loca: What? An android like me?
Trax: No...I call him " Super Mental Man".
Loca: What are his special powers?
Trax: Well, I would dellusionally try to fly around for starters...then I would have a psych med utility belt.
Loca: Ha, ha, ha...very bunny.
Trax: Yeah I sometimes wonder if my bio-mom had just left me to be adopted by the Easter Bunny in a wooden basket in a field of substituted three leaf clovers. Then I would have waited there. Been passed over by the tooth fairy and Santa Claus, then puked on on Saint Patty's day.
Rudolph or Frosty might have saved me though? Rudolph with his nose so bright, once upon a time his butthole used to be tight...
Loca: Why did Santa Claus turn into a shrunken head?
Trax: Why?
Loca: Cause he mistaked a pygmy for an elf!
Trax: Hee, hee, hee robot tell good joke! Ever hear about the Jamaican Reindeer? He had a bobsled instead of a sleigh!
Loca: You are super mental man...as I am an android of your imagination!
Loca: What? An android like me?
Trax: No...I call him " Super Mental Man".
Loca: What are his special powers?
Trax: Well, I would dellusionally try to fly around for starters...then I would have a psych med utility belt.
Loca: Ha, ha, ha...very bunny.
Trax: Yeah I sometimes wonder if my bio-mom had just left me to be adopted by the Easter Bunny in a wooden basket in a field of substituted three leaf clovers. Then I would have waited there. Been passed over by the tooth fairy and Santa Claus, then puked on on Saint Patty's day.
Rudolph or Frosty might have saved me though? Rudolph with his nose so bright, once upon a time his butthole used to be tight...
Loca: Why did Santa Claus turn into a shrunken head?
Trax: Why?
Loca: Cause he mistaked a pygmy for an elf!
Trax: Hee, hee, hee robot tell good joke! Ever hear about the Jamaican Reindeer? He had a bobsled instead of a sleigh!
Loca: You are super mental man...as I am an android of your imagination!
Pick Asidz: Fe Fi Fo Tic Tac Toe
Avatar: Mom you are always spending time with me and not Bron? When are you going to at least visit him or call him to find out how he is doing?
Charma: Men suck little one...
Avatar: What sucks is that men are a dime a dozen and the real men are off at war.
Charma: Maybe I should date an alien?
Avatar: Not an illegal, right?
Charma: No honey...I'm trying to support us by finding a man with money and power.
Avatar: Good looking too?
Charma: Yeah draw a picture of one and I'll try to find one that looks like him online!
Avatar: Maybe I should draw "Where is weirdass now"?
Charma: Yeah, Carmen is in San Diego while Charma is in la la land?
Avatar: Maybe Mr. Right is a writer?
Charma: Maybe Mr. Wrong is what is left? Lily if you could pinpoint one avenue of exceptionalism in a person what would it be?
Avatar: Like a good role model or just an expressionalism in the heat of the moment?
Charma: Good word for your age! Yeah I guess...something for Joe Average to be recognized and acknowledged with!
Avatar: I can think of more than one thing Mom.
Charma: Okay then...think of three idealisms.
Avatar: A positive outlook which entails hope, stability, and kick ass accoutrements Mom. I want to swing around in style!
Charma: So do I baby girl, but should I invest first and investigate later?
Avatar: Maybe you shouldn't procrastinate at your age?
Charma: You are right, but you are pissing me off! Even a clairvoyant like myself, who is able to remote view and distinguish the positive from the chaotic, I still have problems in pinpointing a winner. One minute they are on the right track and then the next they are eating beans under the traintrack of disallocation.
Avatar: I guess we are enigmatic vampires pressuring lost causes then?
Charma: Or mneumatic werewulf geeks biting the head of admission! A token of affection from even a poor guy is a consideration at this point.
Avatar: Too bad I'm too short to ride that roller coaster Mom...yeah right!
Charma: Men suck little one...
Avatar: What sucks is that men are a dime a dozen and the real men are off at war.
Charma: Maybe I should date an alien?
Avatar: Not an illegal, right?
Charma: No honey...I'm trying to support us by finding a man with money and power.
Avatar: Good looking too?
Charma: Yeah draw a picture of one and I'll try to find one that looks like him online!
Avatar: Maybe I should draw "Where is weirdass now"?
Charma: Yeah, Carmen is in San Diego while Charma is in la la land?
Avatar: Maybe Mr. Right is a writer?
Charma: Maybe Mr. Wrong is what is left? Lily if you could pinpoint one avenue of exceptionalism in a person what would it be?
Avatar: Like a good role model or just an expressionalism in the heat of the moment?
Charma: Good word for your age! Yeah I guess...something for Joe Average to be recognized and acknowledged with!
Avatar: I can think of more than one thing Mom.
Charma: Okay then...think of three idealisms.
Avatar: A positive outlook which entails hope, stability, and kick ass accoutrements Mom. I want to swing around in style!
Charma: So do I baby girl, but should I invest first and investigate later?
Avatar: Maybe you shouldn't procrastinate at your age?
Charma: You are right, but you are pissing me off! Even a clairvoyant like myself, who is able to remote view and distinguish the positive from the chaotic, I still have problems in pinpointing a winner. One minute they are on the right track and then the next they are eating beans under the traintrack of disallocation.
Avatar: I guess we are enigmatic vampires pressuring lost causes then?
Charma: Or mneumatic werewulf geeks biting the head of admission! A token of affection from even a poor guy is a consideration at this point.
Avatar: Too bad I'm too short to ride that roller coaster Mom...yeah right!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Pick Asidz: Sound the Aloof
Flipsidz: Yeehah Coleslaw...I'm gonna bump you in this bumper car!
Charisma: Nanny Nanny Blue Balls...you can't catch me!
Flipsidz: You better be good or I'll make you fondle a porcupine penis!
Charisma: Pickled pepper player hater...I want to do the water rides next!
Flipsidz: So you can show off your teenie weenie bikini? B-child only you would bring a computer to an amusement park.
Brainchild: I'm hacking in "The Adulterer Magazine's" archives and making all the pictures look demonic!
Charisma: You seem to have a fascination with porn being satanic?
Brainchild: What do you expect? I'm the son of a white witch...
Charisma: But yet you disinclude all things mechanical from the realms of hell?
Brainchild: Mechanical things can be tailored to suit the whims of their makers. Getting nude and screwing is like the easiest thing in the world. Where is the talent to be associated with such?
Charisma: Well don't become a porn star B-man! Get a grip and try to have some fun. This is our down time. All work and no play makes for a dull computer genius, you know?
Flipsidz: What is your idea of a fun thing to do Brainchild?
Brainchild: I like the admiration and acknowledgements I get over my trade skills, plus money in the bank.
Charisma: All that from a 14 year old? You taught him well Flipsidzsan!
Flipsidz: Yeah recognition entails notoriety and the kid is becoming one of the best in the biz at what he does!
Charisma: Nanny Nanny Blue Balls...you can't catch me!
Flipsidz: You better be good or I'll make you fondle a porcupine penis!
Charisma: Pickled pepper player hater...I want to do the water rides next!
Flipsidz: So you can show off your teenie weenie bikini? B-child only you would bring a computer to an amusement park.
Brainchild: I'm hacking in "The Adulterer Magazine's" archives and making all the pictures look demonic!
Charisma: You seem to have a fascination with porn being satanic?
Brainchild: What do you expect? I'm the son of a white witch...
Charisma: But yet you disinclude all things mechanical from the realms of hell?
Brainchild: Mechanical things can be tailored to suit the whims of their makers. Getting nude and screwing is like the easiest thing in the world. Where is the talent to be associated with such?
Charisma: Well don't become a porn star B-man! Get a grip and try to have some fun. This is our down time. All work and no play makes for a dull computer genius, you know?
Flipsidz: What is your idea of a fun thing to do Brainchild?
Brainchild: I like the admiration and acknowledgements I get over my trade skills, plus money in the bank.
Charisma: All that from a 14 year old? You taught him well Flipsidzsan!
Flipsidz: Yeah recognition entails notoriety and the kid is becoming one of the best in the biz at what he does!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Face Disgrace Song
Got bed in the evening
You're a freaking disgrace
Wake up in the morning
Everybody loves your face
These are thing like ding a lings
Walking through the clouds
Dingbats and stormy cats
Held upside down
Shaking loose the charge
Of our change
Into the by and large
Channeled into the corner
Of the stream of time
Held in a beat
Through a quatrain of rhyme...
You're a freaking disgrace
Wake up in the morning
Everybody loves your face
These are thing like ding a lings
Walking through the clouds
Dingbats and stormy cats
Held upside down
Shaking loose the charge
Of our change
Into the by and large
Channeled into the corner
Of the stream of time
Held in a beat
Through a quatrain of rhyme...
Pick Asidz: Magnifying glass and Tweezers
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Pick Asidz: Officer Chaos
Point: I've been monitoring that kid Trax's cellphone by tapping it.
Chaos: We should just shoot that wetback...I mean how many failed hits does it take before we nail him?
Point: I'm starting to regret it...
Chaos: Well the jewish junior mafia is all caught up in his newfound celebrity aspects.
Point: Which is exactly why we can't make it obvious...some of the hitmen want revenge on us.
Chaos: Like they'd kill a cop?
Point: Wake up man..it's not like we give the jewish junior mafia badges and guns. How many jewish cops do you know? Of course they would kill us, cops get killed all the time. You can't trust a criminal faction to have integrity. They would turn on us in an instant if he died of suspiciously obvious.
Chaos: But he keeps writing about the stuff we did?
Point: Let the little bitch bitch. What can one person do against us anyway?
Chaos: I hear he made millions off the internet. He can sue us?
Point: So what, he can never prove it, at least not our part in it. Stupid freaking hospital. Just fix him already...then they might forget about it? Some stupid security guard there held him hostage. I was for that guy at the time, but this is getting crazy now. The whole town feels bad for his face...
Chaos: I hate..?
Chaos: We should just shoot that wetback...I mean how many failed hits does it take before we nail him?
Point: I'm starting to regret it...
Chaos: Well the jewish junior mafia is all caught up in his newfound celebrity aspects.
Point: Which is exactly why we can't make it obvious...some of the hitmen want revenge on us.
Chaos: Like they'd kill a cop?
Point: Wake up man..it's not like we give the jewish junior mafia badges and guns. How many jewish cops do you know? Of course they would kill us, cops get killed all the time. You can't trust a criminal faction to have integrity. They would turn on us in an instant if he died of suspiciously obvious.
Chaos: But he keeps writing about the stuff we did?
Point: Let the little bitch bitch. What can one person do against us anyway?
Chaos: I hear he made millions off the internet. He can sue us?
Point: So what, he can never prove it, at least not our part in it. Stupid freaking hospital. Just fix him already...then they might forget about it? Some stupid security guard there held him hostage. I was for that guy at the time, but this is getting crazy now. The whole town feels bad for his face...
Chaos: I hate..?
Monday, April 6, 2009
Pick Asidz: Smoke Stack
Armitage: Stupid smoking! Don't you realize it causes emphyzema, heart disease and cancer?
Trax: You would be smoking too in my predicament!
Armitage: Why don't you get medecine?
Trax: Because I tried and they returned it to sender. Imagine they embargoed your health care?
Armitage: Don't you have medical insurance?
Trax: Yeah with over a hundred visits to Cottage Hospital. They charge me every time and don't do squat to help me. Last time I went in they wouldn't let me sit down in the intake room, called me schizo and asked to see the worms! Like I can pull one out of my intestines or some freaking thing like that.
Armitage: Go to Mexico Trax!
Trax: I don't have the money right now! Social security and Pro Pay with 100 bucks a week. Guess who suggested I get on that? More like he insisted...
Armitage: Your stepfather right?
Trax: Yup, he said he would send me more money.
Armitage: Support you after puting a hit on you and trying to kill you?
Trax: Yeah I'm stupid for listening.
Armitage: He raised you and then threw you away.
Trax: Made me mental, helped steal my grandmother's inheritance, and put a hit on me eight years ago.
Armitage: Then we have good old hitman radio to thank him for as well?
Trax: They never shut up or leave me alone. I want to do something, but I'd rather do it legally. I want a get back with a king kong sized boner!
Armitage: If only King Kong was on your side.
Trax: Opposite side of the Trax my dear...opposite side of the Trax.
Trax: You would be smoking too in my predicament!
Armitage: Why don't you get medecine?
Trax: Because I tried and they returned it to sender. Imagine they embargoed your health care?
Armitage: Don't you have medical insurance?
Trax: Yeah with over a hundred visits to Cottage Hospital. They charge me every time and don't do squat to help me. Last time I went in they wouldn't let me sit down in the intake room, called me schizo and asked to see the worms! Like I can pull one out of my intestines or some freaking thing like that.
Armitage: Go to Mexico Trax!
Trax: I don't have the money right now! Social security and Pro Pay with 100 bucks a week. Guess who suggested I get on that? More like he insisted...
Armitage: Your stepfather right?
Trax: Yup, he said he would send me more money.
Armitage: Support you after puting a hit on you and trying to kill you?
Trax: Yeah I'm stupid for listening.
Armitage: He raised you and then threw you away.
Trax: Made me mental, helped steal my grandmother's inheritance, and put a hit on me eight years ago.
Armitage: Then we have good old hitman radio to thank him for as well?
Trax: They never shut up or leave me alone. I want to do something, but I'd rather do it legally. I want a get back with a king kong sized boner!
Armitage: If only King Kong was on your side.
Trax: Opposite side of the Trax my dear...opposite side of the Trax.
Pick Asidz: Armistice
Blank: Okay Army, here is the plan...I want you to dye your pubes blue, Selene can dye hers red, and Brikx can dye hers white. I want to salute the united vaginas of America!
Armitage: But Trax wants me to dye mine orange...just kidding!
Blank: What is this? A tie dye vagina contest? Forget Trax, I said blue damnit!
Armitage: What are you going to throw me in the dungeon if I don't comply?
Blank: Yeah, and I'm going to shave your head then give you back your hair one strand at a time!
Armitage: But Trax wants me to dye mine orange...just kidding!
Blank: What is this? A tie dye vagina contest? Forget Trax, I said blue damnit!
Armitage: What are you going to throw me in the dungeon if I don't comply?
Blank: Yeah, and I'm going to shave your head then give you back your hair one strand at a time!
Pick Asidz: Take out the Garbage
Slikx: What about a clap on, clap off dildo or a pocket pussy jakuzzi attachment we could call a "jakuzapussy"?
Andromeda: Big dreamz from the Adulterer King.
Slikx: What about those subliminal porn tapes we have been distributing?
Andromeda: I think kids should know about sex.
Slikx: Yeah a lot of pedaphiles in the biz!
Andromeda: Sword to the eye of that Virtual Impact Reality (V.I.R.) sim. The Virtual Holograph Inc. is in love with "the Adulterer".
Slikx: Well that is Gridlockx territory, right up Flipsidz alley...I hear Flipsidz is helping to produce black market tech to be sold on the black market while fronting as an F.B.I. Hostage Negotiator. Those crazy cops Point and Chaos are as corrupt as a date rape in church. They conspired against Trax when he was homeless just cause he was good looking and lived on the street. Well what goes around comes around to those assholes. Things were just peachy enough for the kid trying to survive. He didn't need pestilence to come a knocking. California and Pestilence go hand in hand in trying to wither the street people down. It's cause and effect!
Andromeda: But it's also survival of the fitest babe. Those mean streets have shades lurking around every corner. Trying to beat the productive into disobedience.
Slikx: Then the disobedient come to me wanting to take their clothes off? What a cycle.
Andromeda: Big dreamz from the Adulterer King.
Slikx: What about those subliminal porn tapes we have been distributing?
Andromeda: I think kids should know about sex.
Slikx: Yeah a lot of pedaphiles in the biz!
Andromeda: Sword to the eye of that Virtual Impact Reality (V.I.R.) sim. The Virtual Holograph Inc. is in love with "the Adulterer".
Slikx: Well that is Gridlockx territory, right up Flipsidz alley...I hear Flipsidz is helping to produce black market tech to be sold on the black market while fronting as an F.B.I. Hostage Negotiator. Those crazy cops Point and Chaos are as corrupt as a date rape in church. They conspired against Trax when he was homeless just cause he was good looking and lived on the street. Well what goes around comes around to those assholes. Things were just peachy enough for the kid trying to survive. He didn't need pestilence to come a knocking. California and Pestilence go hand in hand in trying to wither the street people down. It's cause and effect!
Andromeda: But it's also survival of the fitest babe. Those mean streets have shades lurking around every corner. Trying to beat the productive into disobedience.
Slikx: Then the disobedient come to me wanting to take their clothes off? What a cycle.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Pick Asidz: Nipple Pit Bull
Sicco: Yeah, yeah...you know about breast feeding right? Well I like to penis feed my girlfriend...
Cleu: Oh yeah, you should lube up those rusty nipples with "Vasoclean" and "W.D. Portly".
Sicco: O.k., another fat joke. I'm going on a "fry it". Cleu aren't you dating a fat girl?
Cleu: She is a "hefty hefty cinch sack" Sicco!
Sicco: Aren't they all on an overweight date? I told you fat girls are horny, didn't I?
Cleu: Yeah I'm her backdoor man. Cause as soon as I lay down the sauce, I resusitate for 15 and then ask for another biscuit.
Sicco: You must be like the race horse "Semen Biscuit"!
Cleu: No I'm more like a pitbull on nitrous...you cracker.
Sicco: Well I'm a "two can slam her". Maybe I'll introduce you to androidal love...it's adjustable.
Cleu: You and that mechanical animal of yours!
Sicco: Nothing like a nympho robot person to spark up your day.
Cleu: Or her button lights to ignite your candle?
Sicco: Push button love is the best kind my friend...but it's hard to rebound with a person who is programmed to love you.
Cleu: Yeah and no make up sex?
Sicco: Nope, just wake up Tex...cowboy needs to steer.
Cleu: Oh yeah, you should lube up those rusty nipples with "Vasoclean" and "W.D. Portly".
Sicco: O.k., another fat joke. I'm going on a "fry it". Cleu aren't you dating a fat girl?
Cleu: She is a "hefty hefty cinch sack" Sicco!
Sicco: Aren't they all on an overweight date? I told you fat girls are horny, didn't I?
Cleu: Yeah I'm her backdoor man. Cause as soon as I lay down the sauce, I resusitate for 15 and then ask for another biscuit.
Sicco: You must be like the race horse "Semen Biscuit"!
Cleu: No I'm more like a pitbull on nitrous...you cracker.
Sicco: Well I'm a "two can slam her". Maybe I'll introduce you to androidal love...it's adjustable.
Cleu: You and that mechanical animal of yours!
Sicco: Nothing like a nympho robot person to spark up your day.
Cleu: Or her button lights to ignite your candle?
Sicco: Push button love is the best kind my friend...but it's hard to rebound with a person who is programmed to love you.
Cleu: Yeah and no make up sex?
Sicco: Nope, just wake up Tex...cowboy needs to steer.
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