Owl: Another Chapter...Asylum On SOL

[owl]

 

[owl]

I don't know man...like...

You achieve all these phukkkin' degrees of what is supposed to make you feel successful, and then your baby mama needs ten dollars on a pair of shoes.

You get more degrees than your mother wanted you to have, and then your wife says she is short on a taco dinner.

You do all these things that are suppose to make you this important figure, and then you wake up to the reality that, the system is built on a few families and your last name didn't make the list this year.

 

[owl]

i always come back to sol...this is where owl found the rocks to build his asylum. and any nigga that truly wishes to debate my words, well, the internet does not forget much and i own a nice investment of digital space to be nice enough to show any young fool or old idiot what owl has been busy with over the years.

 

[owl]

The thing I wake up to and get dealt in trumps is a lack of fear. Being black listed, hated, labeled "pariah", cast out, alienated...whatever you may...eh...it allows me a space where I have learned to forget what pain feels like.

Yeah, sure, I love appreciation, I love a promotion, shyt, I love women screaming my name just because I did something right on my job...BUT...maybe we all were not supposed to get that regularly, and I am damn cool with my portion of life.

Most niggaz could not have survived being Owl, and I am damn cool with my portion of existence, man. It takes something to be me. And hell, knowing that even this will never stop my Asylum or any venture I am attached to feels phukkking absolute.

I did not have to sell out or assimilate to survive. I enjoy the King's English because it is fly. But I will never have to depend on white males to eat ever again in my life. That is Owl's Asylum.

And I built that here on SOL.

I just wish I could give someone else what this space allowed me to gather and hunt from.

 

[owl]

I always tried to offer anyone willing to read/listen or apply what I had to offer a lesson in practical or objective reality...

I mean, shyt, nigga, I got jumped by some teenagers for breaking up a fight that their younger siblings took part in simply because I was breaking up a fight.


Sure, I walked away with a lot more than I might have in a different situation, but still.

There is no peaceful space. And when I am allowed to be privy to elitist attempting to consecrate space, I better not ever be allowed in because I'm going to defecate on you nigga'z parade like cheese and plum juice entered my physical domain....

 

[owl]

I got degrees...

Plural.

I got respect in spaces that only PHD holders walk.

I'm Owl of the Asylum.

You don't know the soil of sol.

But I came up here.

I tied my ropes and chewed on my roots here.

You think SOL is small.

Go visit my Asylum and attack me.

HHAHAHHAH...

 

[owl]

You see the avatar...I WISH A NIGGA WOULD...

 

[melonpecan]

...

*steps in*


...Hi Owl...how you doing?

*sits on couch*


...Everything ok? What's for dinner? Wanna play Dominoes later?


*looks*





*waits*



*slightly concerned*

 

[owl]

...

*steps in*


...Hi Owl...how you doing?

*sits on couch*


...Everything ok? What's for dinner? Wanna play Dominoes later?


*looks*





*waits*



*slightly concerned*

We in the safe zone. Well, a safe zone for conquering types...but...hey...I love playing bones...lets play...if you cannot find them, well, let's play some facebook game or something...I miss you.

 

[owl]

You can't be scared to build.

I can't allow anyone to give me an excuse.

Nigga, me and Shawn...my fault...me and mac...got cool over a very volatile sport.

And...we really took it serious...as younger men...

But...that's my nigga...that's my nigga.

You can't build without others.

You can't possibly expect things to grow without conflict.

But hey...I ain't no pussy ass elite cat. I'm Owl...niggaz got my phone number niggaz got my woman number,...


Im just saying...it takes a little more than typing on a phukkking computer keyboard to make it happen...

 

[owl]

Niggaz online type that shyt...dude...I live it.

hahhaha....


I was there when they took images of Scorp with a towel and attempted to allay their insecurities above her beauty.

Whatever...

If you are reading this LadyScorp...I'm still Owl...and you are still more than most have ever had in their bed...hahahha...Just saying ma...

 

[owl]

Yeah...

Izayoi....phukkk....

How does any nigga on here that ever dealt with you keep his composure?

Man, I'm about to be married shortly, so...phukkk it...

Thanks, Iz...and um...just don't chose up on no bytch made mark nigga...

And Owl love you. And whatever...

 

[melonpecan]

We in the safe zone. Well, a safe zone for conquering types...but...hey...I love playing bones...lets play...if you cannot find them, well, let's play some facebook game or something...I miss you.

I miss talking with you too!

Just making sure...



We can set that up after work.

 

[CybaCipha]

I don't know man...like...

You achieve all these phukkkin' degrees of what is supposed to make you feel successful, and then your baby mama needs ten dollars on a pair of shoes.

You get more degrees than your mother wanted you to have, and then your wife says she is short on a taco dinner.

You do all these things that are suppose to make you this important figure, and then you wake up to the reality that, the system is built on a few families and your last name didn't make the list this year.

I got degrees...

Plural.

I got respect in spaces that only PHD holders walk.

I'm Owl of the Asylum.

You don't know the soil of sol.

But I came up here.

I tied my ropes and chewed on my roots here.

You think SOL is small.

Go visit my Asylum and attack me.

HHAHAHHAH...

That first post made me think of Malcolm Gladwell ... Outliers. How are things my bruddah?
I'm co-authoring a book. I'll keep you posted.