Owen Connors

4 untitled fragments wore forbidden and a well dressed wound. super bad, bad, certified meat. i’m going slack in the current. i’m gonna start dressing now. see, i wanna play with the big boys. i let them all inside. i let inside me no shit. i’ve bruised and lacking destination. i’ve reserved a hatred for others that turned to devour me. right now it’s eating, and, and, it’s on my face. i’ve been living distracted as shady creeps fighting shady creeps with flirts streaming steaming. i love to live this way. i throw gross shade, gross shade at creeps and“Owen Connors”

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