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.

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

your feed looks like my tumblr

i want to do that too

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

its good short few pages

have you read

i dont understand magnetisation

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

isaac

its good

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

send your tumblr

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

wait what is that

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.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i have read not even 1 book

bro i read nothing in my life

whats your name?

barren land