oh, twitter

http://twitter.com/thethirdowl

good lord, what a trend

those lips look like maucalay culkins

i want to know your past, present and future. i want no summary, nothing short of a novel. i ask for a box painted with the colors of your dreams, meant to hold hold nothing of material value. only to hold our souls.

in progress

I cant even contextualize the way I feel right now I hear you breathe feel the heat but not now that was then I cant seem to wrap my mind around this big fucking question this issue the issue i'm having why wasn’t I born and raised in a house right next to yours I wanna be with you now i'm not patient and I wont fucking wait I wanna be with you through everything telling you anything we’d rap together play shows together sleep so close at night hold me tight and don’t ever let go I told you so I get attached there's no shame in that just don’t go fucking around behind my back telling me lies and laying down smack cos I don’t take that shit anymore i'm crazy about you and everyone that I love I cant get it enough i'm full to the top but I keep asking for more my tummy's aching but its not all that the pills I mean they're out of the picture now for the most part I don’t need to suffocate my body or my soul not another year will go by like that he fucking hurt me and you know it he fed me pain intravenously after he called me why just cos I fucked him? I gave him something that was mine something that doesn’t mean shit but still its now his. Does he know? Did he see that lie?

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bouncin with each step / pass these fuckers starin / check the ground beneath my feet / metal canister glarin / reflecting the suns rays / burnin up / activating sweat glands

sirah

bring this girl to me or take me to her she's fucking bomb she's dope she raps she knows what's up she lays down beats like it's nothing she's beautiful and so intense she scares me but i still wanna meet her your gorgeous lady lovely i wish i had a flow like yours i wanna lay down a track with you but i don't have your kind of talent its true

sit tight

little owl. crystalline. acorn new but true. i'm so scared without you. bare dry neck and cold sweat sweat sweat. goldfish human eyes little sundragons in my pupils. enlarged, they ask why? accuse due to my indulgences

elegy

My only consolation,
to the role I played in your death
is that you were fast asleep,
before the alcohol
singed and stung
your tiny wings
and motionless, lifeless bodies.
The air had left your miniature lungs.