its good

no like which do people call me

feel you

idk

magnetises a pin

barren land

ahnaf abrar

is this you as well

i understand

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Thank you, Jack

2 (actually index). two is company

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yeah

bro i read nothing in my life

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

like first name

that looks like my instagram account

and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

i dont understand magnetisation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

no i haven't really read anything

your feed looks like my tumblr