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...