i was looking through d.'s photos from the night and thought i recognized someone in disguise. thank god he didnt see me wearing one blue contact and one natural brown eye. i turned to talk to one of my other friends at the party only to notice he was talking to the musician. i ran to the bathroom to takeout the contact and mini-hyperventilate.after collecting myself i walked out and joined the conversation. later that evening we ended up leaving at the same time. i walked with him to the subway and he asked what i did. i am an artist, do you have any advice? "Follow your own voice".
upon waking up i remembered see him depicted in a dream on a television show. I suppose that is just the kinda person he is. half human, half ethereal dust giving advice on life and style.
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