The biggest flaw in humanity is it's arrogance, such is such life and whatz in butts? Deez nuttz! Supported by the fact that the majority hover at around 5 percentage of their own brain being utilized. Flawed is the philosophy that if we used all of our brain all the time we would have more operating power, more room for activities. The truth is if we utilized the entirety of our brain all the time all of the beautiful yet fleeting moments would pass in the blink of an eye, and a moment of sentiment could be washed away into sediment with out a drop of water, cloud in the sky, or a tree falling on anyone. Dolphins however utilize sonar waves, they're sentient beings, and the eat'fuck'kill fer'da'fun'oh'de'sport. Kindred souls utilizing different vessels to get the same end to their means of ones relative "madness" or "normal". Again these are subjective, we should discuss objective. Cats do not bend a bow of the Bow nor will they deflect their own natural impulses and what feels right to them. Simply put, cats do not perceive social hierarchy's, they do however choose to let themselves be domesticated. A dog is a dog whether it's a bulldawg from the North, from Georgia, or some random kids school. Chances are they use the same bullshit cut out fluff art that was not done with the fine fingerwork of true man of the craft. Georgia peaches were sweet, and the jank'ett one loved ramblin' on about butts. 

Thighs and eyes were the true markxedKUNTz of MWT3 and his family. The young th'ugh'boat had been sent to a new Dock after the MickBastardly father got hisself done in the eyes of the sun. But down in Deep Ellum where the Siciliana gran'mumma'drumma decided to fly and renest err'kin. Turns out a Detroit man mumblin' shit about golf, trashcans, and muggings in the MidwesternMannerdlyManoreState had given the Sicilian blood syde of Le'Creamy'Kreme'De'SouthPAW'pow'err'w0t a finer tip than any pen or penicillen that could ever be crafted. Liquid black gold. The family had found their call. Surely did nothin' about it but help with distributions here and there. Rumor had it the new farm outside of Dallas had a moonshine cove tucked under the driveway, just through the doors that led to a smaller door in the garage. Time to show the world how trickle down economics could actually be utilized kin'of'kindred had similar idee'uh'reerz about bidnezz and how bidnezz should be done. The ways of tradition met the whindzerz of plague. The pestilence grew into a tsunami that'd stung harderr than any N F P T or C word could ever do'diddily'really'swore that much? Sailors or pirates you say? PeacockCorvetteClassOfCruiser? This'n'lost 'iss god damn mind. Just like every other fuckin' degenerate skum whiff'a'tail fer tailorin'anna'colourin'n. The RedEyezFlewHiFy but could only be recorded in subbest basslines that could ever be diddly'skatted rat-a-tat-tatted. Boobs n katted. Boots n pants. Boots n piff. Riddles? No this was the magical artwerkz of beatboxing. T'was simply one form of clickin'n ones tongue, utilizing the windpipes whiff ee'z'ol whinger'hole'en'one. 

Biggest flaw in everyones equation, is that both sides of the family dabbled in alternative chemistry. Some had stranger rituals than others, but when the Ego and the ID stop arguing over dumb shit, and the self recognize all entrywayze into the query channel of canals of the sea of life. The PoetSoulWithANarrators brain begins to thump and stomp his claws. This one young th'ugg'boot'err was cooking up a bomb in the moonshinin'n denn. The Wickett'st of kitchens. And yes the Texas scene had grown accustomed to the wickett style since the hands of Philedelphia had influenced the artworld in such a manner. The nonNubianMadMan begins his descent into madness, tuggin'en'a serving up one big boom for the fallen Sonn'ett'th'Already'Sunnt'His'Dummass'S0nz. You'new'hea O'dee'dee'd his way into more dastardly duties set by the families code of ethics. One of Omerta. The GunnShiphtin' FamBlamm took awhile to mobilize and finally take the natural soutpaw'th'er'duh movement of their own vessels. The soil in Texas could produce some rather interesting experiments. For example you could grow marijuana at a faster rate with a loss in THC percentage, most people knew it as "cess" or "schwagg" but in Texas it was referred to as popcorn. The only other soil not in the south that could support this yield in the same amount of time, well that belonged to Chicago. Since his family name had a very long line of accomplishments that might stand'em'out'en'a'line the young attuned th'ugg'err cap'n began to let some his dumm'show. Clackerin yee old heel to toes all the fuck way to the Deep Ellum jazz bar that had removed him and his born'th'uh'bee ruffian friend-en-yah'wayz. The JahRe'ed'ed'El and a soul sister in tune with the deeper motions of the heartbeat of this lone standin' vessel. Freshest Unit91 in the i7DD5 line, an'boii ee'were'a'cuten. He strutted a black cap with a green bandana. Same colors as always, same pryde as always. Same techniques and same technology as his ancestry line. Same handmade marker carried in his port'r'syded back pocket. Still a tugboat on the thorough'way'oh'dee'ol sea, the TugBoat was going to literally drop a bomb and hope that someone would recognize the time efficiency of his tinkerin'en'wanderin ways. 

The freshest A1 samurai in the south, Salvadorian feller by ways of the Jivin'Nature resonated with the family as soon as the relocation had occured. The two found themselves sinnin through their grins of grimey deedz with noddy'werdz upon the impact of both hearts echo'n off'of each'udder. The freshest B2bummer'drummer was an Irish lass with a way of astute'osservatin the palpatations of a creatures heart. The 2 had adventured before but this would be her first call into the Whendzz'oh'Warfare on the thoroughfare. Tour bags be damned, these youngfolk had 1 1911 each. SalvadorianSamuraiLadOhDeCenteredSouth was reppin' his earthen brown trim a'top of the clean in'pristine black metal. The Lass had a hankerin'n ferduh finer things in life and upon being asked about a "family arsonal" Her ManCapn happen'th'uh know about handkannonz, and provided the young Th'ug with a golden metal coax'ed in the shadey'st oh grays. The HandKonnenist0 'iss'gash'dern self was startin'n with y'ee ol' chrom3nn1911zwhiffdablackkestoftrimmz. The three nuggz'en'a'bushel found themselves lashing out at the local art scene. How dare them tell these young th'uggz Dixieland and Bebop were garbage. What kind of swooner shiite did these asswipes wipe'derr earz wiff? Did the whiff the shit? Sinatra is a class act, but c'mon. Where's the scales being wandered at? Thelonious Monk pianoes on in the ol' knicker'knacker'Paddy'Wacker'zunn dome as the liquids in 'eez 'ead'oh'de'ar'sea recalibrated to the new tunes.

The 3 MusketRatScallionRaccoontz found themselves lookin' for trouble, gunnin'en'onna fight for flight. Hopefully the fuck out of this boring ass town, the fuck where these youngsterdz doing out here blowing shit up for any god damn way? Did these creatures of science not make enough cents for the scenary'woez to scentza sinsemillazz in 'eez'ee'ree'joggerz LongDongMcSwansonSongz? Smoke signals of pure devils lettuce rolled in a handgrown on 'eez'very'own'feckin'farmm rolled through the air as the trippletz of death sauntered on to their very own SawyerrSongButTuckedAndHucked fucked ya mum KUNTz. Dent'En'Em'En'Whiff'Teenage'Cool'Kidz(WHODATIS?) the bandits of the deepest Ellum jogged their clicks of feet a little quieter as the place had the lights on, some shit swooner'crooner was on. White guy, staring with a dumbface into any Butt'ee'had'err'begg'fer'ett what a tosser eh lass? JalopiesInAPodJaunterOnn, 3RedEyePeacockzVett'ee'ded emselves into a newfound personal vendetta for performance art. Creative and intuitive thoughts? Fuck left brain cuntz, especially if they're left handed cuntz.

KinOfKindred move on, eyes set to kill, dressed for success, and bandanas pulled up high to HydeTheJekyllz inside. TheFatGypsyKangaroo KingedEezOwnFeckinKing and strung on the notes of his own cacophony of chaoserdly wordz at war with worlds of scenes seen and a salty feckin fish of the fecked off and heckled who thought they could keep tops with this swap'd off cap here? Surely not anyone reading this, couldn't even keep up with the voice of cultures nature. So the CultureVultures get bit by the buzzestlightyear of buzzedbuddzwillskrubyerdeckwithsuddzforawholefuckinkitchen. Skank is a 2 step manuever, skunk is the smell of grass of the giggle nature. The class in question didn't seem to understand the study of knowledge. Almost as if they sat in one philosophy class and were handed 172 versions of would you steal bread for your family and thought they could fly with stunt pilots blowing smoke signals in the air enSyde aeroplanes. The aeronautical lad wandered through the query canal of the sea, saltiest southernpawd cousin of a cousin you never feckin scene in your PostPardonedImpression Meets SuddenEgoDeath. Quicker denn a cheetah blacker than a panther and perusing the heart tones of ever cougar. The flirtest turd flutters hes ol whing whangz, so he can knickerkick yer door in. Fucks up now Deep Ellum? Radio waves of the pirate? ET did that? MY MT ET? Yes, she did actually. Now suck on these. 4 shots rang out from 3 guns, the double tapped with no shoes on sonned of the sonnet. DirtystSouthernWindThatEverBlewUpAFeckinGaelInAStormOfRadioParticleBrainMatterSplatter why'd that guys chest splatter in such a strange matter of factors? Linguisticine the FettazChinneeee didn't sea the shores of our own fuckin sea? Could it be? The dastardly sons? No way in hell cunt, this is fucking Texas? Terence8 you say? From the BoomerSooners or the OhStrangeUni of the CowBoy? Cause CowPoke don't polka with CowPoke, they fry up PawkChopz and slather it in gravy baby. 8 more shots ring from 3 guns and 4 roadies protecting their Toadies were raped by metal pellets pelting their skulls. The king of spray don't say, watches the blood hit the wooden walls. A shit eatin grin overcomes his face, the bow of the Bow nods in agreement with his own satisfaction at the painting he had just made, FatGypsyKing unleashes the rest of his magazine into a couple receiving and giving oral in a booth in the corner. Receiver sent their souls message to God while the sender received the message of death. The Maddest of Lads salty fish of the feckin sea let left hammerz bang and klang around as he slapped a fat bitch talkin shit about the ruckus being caused. The B2 bumped her own drum into the lungs of the dumb, all 3 angels of death coo'd at the idiot being feasted upon by the upper winds that guard the sailors code. Pirates life for these 3 they exchange a twitch of eyebrows above their grins, the blood beginning to pour onto the floor. The FourFiveACpeas in a pod of ladeedoodlefuckinallgoddamndayyounimwittwits made his latte Americana. By reloading his 1911, grabbing the lit stick of the devils lettuce the couple doing indecent acts of nature in the public eye that caught no strays. Does this guy just write for the Boondock Saints all feckin day? Or is it Riley from the Boondock'ett over yonder in DasBoot? Cause aw shieeeet, thats a kangStrang thats ever been swung. And swingers of bangers dont endanger the ones with similar nature. For without thee of thee I and eye become blind, eye for an eye is all fun and games until it kicks in your door with a literal fucking bomb. 

8 shots rang from the FatGypsyKingzz own hammer. The chromedup blacktuffet served more gormet buffett of death in his very own home. The DirtiestOfTheSouth with the saltiest mouth lets his metalfish put retards in sights and set their sails to the shores of Gawd. LerdHaveMercyOnThisGrinninSinnerHereSurelyHeKnowsKnottWhatHisNoddyNodzCanSeaYouTooCanHe? CarlMarkedYouth with how many riddles? You're not talking about CarlWithTheNile? MY CARL WITH THE GNARLY NILE? RivierasOfDoomMarianoTheGeeCameOutToHaveASwing. Knocked 6 fuckwittwits to the floor, 4 bullets in 4 eyes and the other two square through the heart. Bodys dropped onna DeepEllumDancefloor in the middle of the fo'fivezz wake of the waters of life. InGarlicGaelicThePastaFarEyedSonn said whiskey'youcannottango'comeandtakeit. We invented coonskint cap you injunz that caint. But aint aint even a word and caint even sure if i should would or toot it? The Bugler of the bucktwenny5 got knuck for his buck, and banged on the temple of another chatty cunt. SwelledUpTheChapsSmileStackWithTheSmackOfAnEmptiedMagazineSquareCleanCrossHeezTeef. What's a system? Do they kill? Didn't punk rock start in the 50's with Beatniks on acoustic guitars in New York? Holy Shit What Fuck WhittZedEezesEndd? Proper chipped off all yer dumb yankeecunt blocks now, proper southpaw this'n here eez'ee'eez. DonetupTheFrontTopper domed another knicker with a knocker of the klablammo elbow, pounds of bone hits the mans neck. Main artery gets pinched as a gasp of pain is unleashed, the southpaw follows with a proper cussterd clusterfuckt uppercut from a crossed angle. Connects with the mans skull, 1911 hits the floor as the grip loosens on impact. Left hand flys past the head taken the impact and with a forceful whip of a downward elbow, the wrist follows, and a fist clocks the lights out of another dumb cunt walking the wrong way looking the wrong way on the tracks of life. How many impacts did this one have? No one in the scenario had scenet afore? Well now whos fuckin with who you daft feckin cunts?

A reminder that Father Time dictates all, as theres only 2 dimensions at work that are perceived to be 3. Every moment is fleeting, every emotion is fleeting. Every death isn't always quick. And the quitter of lightgames on the floor found a sauced up bullet from the Samurai1's armcannon. The 3 units of annihilation climbed their way through the numbers game by proving nouns were in fact more important. Real numbers and imaginary numbers? 4 quadrants to a dimension? The fuck is a clock doing on this dimension anyway? Who decided to calcufuckthatbullshit lets do crime. Gents of the actual game at play, were watching the eyes but all real ones know the real motion is inside the bodys frame. And the heartbeat dicktators the GatorsDick. And whos swampcritter had recently gone missin? How many times? Well I'll be fucked like a duck and donkey punched into a DirtySanchez, how many krews did this youngun even roll with jesus fucking christ this salty fish was unloading a wad of dicks all over some dicks and cunts. But the CoontZezCapSlapsBallsToCheek. Flying knee from the B2, knocks another dumb fat bitch unconscious, she laughs as she unloads her clip. Special nouns were used before the kneadeddoughkneestruckthefirstblow. Finisher of jokes the fofiveACpeas reloaded. The A1 emptied his clip into the ceiling just for the fun. The upstairs had already begun clicking and clattering with the pattering of hurried footsteps and kerfluffles of rufflesfeathers hushed groans and moans of oh shit am i going to die heres? Here Yee Hear Yee. The class clown was back in town and had no intent on quitting or giving in to an innzerranout. An opp to an app, but this one only stood for his position in the sea of greats. The GoatedFishReincarnated unleashes the cannon of the FatGypsyKing. His fuckin hands. He swerves into another stupid looking fuckface trying to escape through the entryway the 3ACPzz just entered. Knee to groin, attacked crouches in pain, lowered right elbow finishes the joke. A1 and B2 each send one shot into either side of the mans brain. They then begin to do crowd work, gunning down whoever the fuck they wanted to, anyone that looked at em the wrong way. Anyone whos fashion didn't meet up to their standards. Anyone who tried to flex in any form or fashion that had no brass or no blues, no rhythm nor soul. Not one symphony of their own yet they sat back and clapped their gums whistled their tongues. Tongues get cut, brains get melted, domes get shot. This building was going to blow up. TheLivingIrishCarBomm chived the fuck on in the sweltered heat that was his own fucking hometown of an eState in the State of the South. And whizzedprophetz from Florida reminded the world many times before that gangster is the god of the south. Ever hear the one about the guy that robbed a jewelry store with a water gun? WholeWheatBread sets the tune for this next doohickey that was going to go up in the flames of the southern pawwed orthodoxterd dancin gypsy. King of eez'own Kingz. Queenin' the queens that he deemed respectable and worthy of said prize. Because thats what this thing of ours was really about. Respect. Not respecting the mind of someone or something you can't read, then making judgements sounded a bit like reading a cover and making a snap decision about it. Theres a sensory function for that but what the fuck is this idiot even really on about? Wants to fuck his mom? FraudelencePhonicsOfCronezzCrooninToShitTunesInTheirInnerdEars. The Fat Gypsy King sat on his porcelain throne and returned his own shit into the shitty world everyone built and voted in before them. First amendment under attack you said? When and where? Oh you mean just people being people? Wellp. Christians be damned. This was a tinkerin gypsy of Golden rootz to the black gold within his inner soul. But who could even decipher hyroglyphics in this day and age. KrypticcMythidz? Kryptiddz? TalesOfGypt?Egypt?PyramidsAre3dTriangles?SacredGeometryIsJustAnAlgorithmAllThingsCreatedInMotherNatureAreAttunedToo? 

Well now who is afraid of who, because how long did this one scenario become and why is he still joggin along his own queer'eyed channel any god damn way. He was already in the basement where the gassin machines and hidden tricks of the stage like dry ice reside. Shit eating grin never left the McSicilianoez face as he sauntered on to the spot where he was going to plant a homemade bomb. Right in some fuckin shit promoters denn. The DirtySouth was under attack by it's own clout, but who was here for the culture and who was here to just be a vulture? This is where angels fly and demons fly, and humans remain stuck in the guessing game. Some brains were iconoclastic stunt pilots, wandering through intuitive webs of thought that couldnt be caught. Even if'n you had lets say 8 legs? Perhaps 8 arms? This 2 armed 3 eyed RedEyedRaiderr wasn't even going to light the wick yet. Random shots could be heard up top, and the maniacal laughter of youth enjoying the thickening plot. All 3 foFivezACpeezOnDeeZVeezAndOneTimeInsideOneToo. 18k707at3031. A click on his own radio was measured by the naughtyest sonn of the Sons of Guns that met and fucked with the Sons of Nuns. Shout outs to USS RorchesterSauceedOnEmm. Witchita was dammed in the fact the purist all chemists in their state had upped and left for a fantastical visionary journey throough an audiovisual experience that couldn't be viewed by any nation except the most important one. Imagination. WhereLeftCoastMeetsBeastCoastEqualsCerebralCoreTex.Whoknowshowyouevenflexthatthing?Drawing geometric shapes? No fuckin shit. Kid had a marker in his back pocket. Books at home scribbled on by him, and many of a many ancestored kin, with cousins of cousins. Incestual ideas began at Z but this was a MillenialFalcon that flew many many cuts above the rest of any fold you could think of. Mathmatically speaking his brain belonged to a club only 3 percent of the entire population could claim. But whos flexing on who now, as the magical numbers in the FatGypsyKings head counted near 20k. 

Bomb was set and ready to be lit. But there was loot to git.

TheFatGypsyKing began looting the entire room. Finding knickknacks and loose billstacks as he went along the walls and opened canals created by the fengshui of the room. DesignerJetzEngaged. WhereSouthPawMeetsTheMechanicalClaw. FatGypsyKingMastersClawHammerStyle. KamaSutraOfWordsJetFuelNeededButDicksStuckInAToaster.FeelsSquishyButItsWhirllinMerlinsWordsInABlitzkrieggaFashion. Wonder who smoked the dutch and passed it pon de right hand side? Cause how does it feel to have no food? Damn and those dead guys moms can't cook or dance either? Whys he even metaphorically saying these things through his unspoken words and who the fuck is he saying them too? InternalHardDrivesHardWiredForActionLiterallyCantStopActuallyWantedToOwnRuckerPark? Fuck that rucker that rudded the rudder faster than this farmers tanned sonn. No socks no shoes, wifebeater on, the unsandaled one finally lit the long wick. He dasterdly and dashedly danced out of the basement and signalled it was time to exit with 8 shots into 1 random persons back. A yeehaw unleashes from the FatGypsyKingASlayedYaMomsAssholeWithHisDirtiedDickenz. TomSawyerMeetsTheHucksterdOverboardEnDeHudsonnz Sonn. Shout outs to left hemisphered thoughts that came correctly into the proper channels to meet the logic seeking of the eastwerd winds of right brain THOTz. Hood owns who? Hood made who? Who made this hood? And who blew it the fuck up after murdering a buncha strangers and standing at the door to watch them squirm with his gang of fofive slanging earthworm jimmyjohns deliverydrivers of death. He who shoots messengers is a fucking twit. No cap with his maddenedcap tilted back, upward curve in the brim, resting on the back of the skull. Awkward angles of skullbones be damned. Dammit. TheRadioWaveIsBlowingTheRadioShack? That sounds incestual to me, we should've killed more innocents. 

Anarchists can recognize archys, but who was naturally gifted at archery with the slightest of times used to experiment? Sounds like a whistlin'tinkerin'type of the Gypsy class to me. Anyone knew if he sprung from the sack of royalty? Well I'll be damned. The entire shack blew, the limbs of man flew into the air. The 3 demons of GodZentUsHisMessageMultipleTimesYouFuckedTwitsAreArguingOverSemantics. Then judging the ones who measure the systems created by humanity just to utilize said systems to get by and maybe have a guffaw, fuck the law of man. A true dog of it's snout stick to the flavors it likes. Smell is the sense most triggerhappy to memory. The redeyed raider pulled the knife from the back of his waistband. Brought a gun to a bombfight and backed it with a knife. This fucking guy was peed the fuck off his fucking rocker. The Texas Wickett Sonn laid down the cursive laws of mathmatics and the stanky eyed pirate began to slash throats. Blood sprayed. Collecting in the concrete poured by humanity, only to be drunk by the cold hard dead stone and sucked by what the FGKing would assume to be an absorbant material. The smile of joy couldn't hide behind the green bandana of the greencappedsouthpawofthewinds. WindsOfPlagueDecimateTheWeakBegins. Key of an Irish dealer of death.

An old guy that just showed up to the show to have a bit of cocaine found his brain caved in by the hilt of a blade to the temple, the southpaw swung his right hand opposite the unconscious and blade connects to the carotid artery. Catering for god and sending messages? This guy was born for the South. Confederation be damned. Auction be gone when you sell your goods as goods instead of damage. Power of flipping scripts, post and pre? Already had that shit. Cursed since birth decided to just carve out funny shapes in the unconcious old guys skin. Skinning and grinning as the old man stared on in horror. The sacred clown awoke within. Native Americans be damned, let this one tell you a story of anger about not knowing his own culture. He figured it out on his own though, but that wasn't his mission. His mission was to accept and keep his head held high, whether the redeye was because of too much devils lettuce or a bit too much emotional steam that couldnt dissipate through the airwaves of his brain and manifested through the tearductz. DuckedOffThrowedOffTooMuchSauceInHisStruttedSteppz. 

The Fat Gypsy King promptly rolls WickettKickerStickk. The fofiveACPeas of the freeddrumminbummerz had awoke. They sat in a circle surrounded by the fire and destruction caused. 1911's become Annhilator1921s. FoFiveACP Graduting Class still handing out life lessons.

Bout an hour letter, 2 wires from Illinois had hit home. The ma'of'his'mom had already sorted the postal work. The actual Pwny Express ryders breathe a fresh air of remembrance. A letter from a beautiful soul with the name of Sue had just spoken to the young ThugBoatCapn. Remembering the teaching of a ScottJohnStockTon, the motionofthecourtplay called "SUEY" not by SOADS of sudds, but more like when you call a pig to a bacon makin' session played in the key of remembered that from years and years of experience set sail.

Smoke signals of the PaddyWickettKickinSticksAndStones blows with the wind. The Chicago winds had spoken to the DirtiestSoutherner of all. And his kin of old had a special thing betwixt them and the midwest. Indiana had good prices on herbal remedies, he read about many a drive in the journals of his ancestors. He decided on this journey he would remained anchored to home. Only visiting the main cities for shipping, destruction, and sending messages of aggression to people who just didn't understand the traditions of the business of CosaNostra. FatGypsyKing keeps strummin his drummin bum and toots his horn with a smoke signal out of his one good nostril, thanks deviated septum. StankyestLegOfTheStankyestDankyPirateSkumzOnAndKummzOnEveryonesEgo. 

Introduction to the real notes of death. Edition select : Abundance philosophy.

Deep Ellum was in full view in the city of Dallas. Any witness to this here act of war on the eState of a new Families Republic Army would be the bear'witnessers to said dirty deed of the southern wind. Speak up if you felt the need, maybe a leave a tip of your cap or a wag of your fanger for the face of danger. Whatever you choose, the fat gypsy king would lay in the shitten bed he had made. Such is such and the FatGypsyKing was a goddess EngoulfedBySaltySeas amongst man made machines.