Pick Asidz: Heads without tails

Cog: Do you have the Beastion Accelerator? I want to have everyone go feral today in Los Angeles.

Denizen 1: Dark Bastion Cog we have need for acceleratory crystals!

Cog: Then go milk the clones Denizen 1! I thought the sole coffins were producing tons of thought matrix crystals?

Denizen 2: Yes, but Insidion squandered most of them on Mission Infidel. Those two whyte witch twins must be eliminated, thought clairvoyancy must be eliminated!

Cog: Then release the Dinozaurs on Gridlockx Centrale!

At Grilockx Pentagon...

Luna: Dinozaurs...little itty bitty dinosaur clones. They knaw at my shoes...ripe to shoot.

Traz: Well a little target practice to save the president.

Luna: Where is the neugunnesmith armory?

Traz: Don't surmise a handgun suprise...persist with vigor in denominations.

Pick Asidz: Heads or Tales

Trax: I am a thought artist who can project my thought art telepathically...I live to dream.

Loca: I live for you to make money honey...

Trax: Don't you dream Loca?

Loca: Not as much since I was made biomechanical...hope lives in the dream though. Like we are all playing for golden dildos?

Trax: Or platinum pussy pockets...I seek the dream orgasm...climax to a consequential epiphony. That and the bloodlust blood rush.

Loca: Fastest gun in the west...my pussy tastes the best. Tell me about it? Us androids taste like latex? So what is with you and that "old meat", Luna Cole?

Trax: I fell for thee and it's not my cup of tea dahling? Extra pussy cheese on my "Peterza"?

Loca: Not in my place of forgiveness...

Trax: Oh yeah where is that?

Loca: Stuck in the closet with the "Rectal Terradectyl"?

Trax: Or my new meat...

Loca: Ha ha ha...It all tastes like chicken!

What is the entree without the pick aside?

Don't try to ask the wolf or the cat

Hide and speak
So I tweek
Not with serum
Not with musk
Not with little fairy dusk
Not with rythme
Not with ryhme
So it's time to drop the dime
Confused about blipping
Then you bleep
With humorous little thunder keep
Time of essence
Time of try
Don't even ask to die
Don't try to ask for more medecines
Damn these doctors are malpractice veterans
Slew off tempo
Then unwind
Oops I dropped off too kind...
Noble as a lion
With a soul like a wolf
Man is this a world of thunder pulf
So have a purpose
Merry Men
Both of us like to eat
The chicken or the hen.

Inquiring into Inquisition

Full Moon and I swoon
For it was a dog day afternoon
In WereKat June
Everywhere a loon
Singing to their own tune
Bringing their own boon
Last outcast to the post
Suitable to the host
Bewaring the ghost
Of a winter zost
Djinni to a lamp
We set up complimentry camp
Even though a bit damp
Dripping for a samp
Configure a lecture
Like lost nomenclature
To a denominator damp
Itself the ramp
To a horizontal plane
As to why I am so vain...