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As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

that looks like my instagram account

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good short few pages

and the fake qualifier

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

its good

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

your feed looks like my tumblr

no like which do people call me

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

It Will Get Lighter

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

was it worth it

god being the centre magnet

abrar?

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

lol

like first name

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

is this you as well

2 (actually index). two is company

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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13, H, grate

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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