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...