This is an experience. Usjt read. Justread.

Ok, a bit of context, it's 2 in the afternoon and K and I ate some brownies in the morning, special ones.

it's amazing. Way more mellow and good that a split. Here it goes up slower and lo,ger. 

It's goes from the stomach to your throat and your nose up to the head. THe high is good my brltherssss

SO yeah way better than a split when the high goes straight to the head and punch you in the face and makes you want to be on a ship in the middle of a storm in the bermudas triangle rather than sitting on this chair smoking with these 5 people who feels like their are a thousand in the room/

yeah so We had sex after the funny brownie and tripped out for half an hour later out of our head on the bed. boy that's also gooooooood.

so now the plan is to eat something and got get a coffee in rainy stockey (stoke newington little name for the connoisseurs).

Bisous from highhhh above. 

René, je vous aime et j'ai hate de vous voir bientôt à parisiiiii

Bisous d'amour de love du ciel. 

PS : I hereby vow to not change or correct the text from now on the monday 14 nov the 2016 at 14:19 in the afternoon to keep the authenticity of this writing and wo'ds intact. Written in the stone of my macbook white 2008 santa rosa HARD DRIVE. BTW I need a new computer this one is really ((..Here i mark a pause in the text because K just told me "I want to eat some french fries" and I totallystopped writing to kiss her and tell her that we should order burgers from deliveroo right now and that's a great idea but finally now we gonna wait to logo and theres food just on thi kitchen…)) 

yeah this one computer is old realluy. II need a faster new one but i like this sitty old one, it keeps me focused on the writing. Not the gaming, internet and all this bullshit everything else. 

I tap and tap and tap and on the keyboard like a mother fucking hemingway in the movies and i feel like kerouac on the road of his writing machine beating the shit out of the ink. 

Y ah my friends, that's a high and on drugs writing experience right there. In the mind of a higjhman?.

"Pleaaaase Renouuu, I want some food" is saying me K on the bed next to me on my right. The window is open on our grey sky in London. Not rain todayyyyy heyyyy/ 

Here is my queue. René's out. Peace. and I hereby engage, will you marry me ? 

(here is explained to K the signification of the quote "I hereby engage, will you marry me ?" that is fgonna become my signature from now on. ) René's out for a second time now. 

I have the extra strengh to publich on the blogg noW.

Birthday girl

Hey you, you had a private booking for a table at the restaurant, your order food, drinks for your birthday and by mistake the waiter forgot to put through two of the steaks and understood you wanted your starters all together with the meal.

When you realize this is wrong, that makes you mad, like really, you go and talk to the manager and try to scrap every possible reduction on your little party.
It's so sad to ear your friends having a good time at the end of the table a see you just grumpy for pieces of meat. Maybe you can all just share the food on the table until the last two steaks arrive.

But no, you are gonna focus on what's wrong, what something the waiter apologized many times with you not even giving him a simple smile or an understanding look.
No, you are the princess and tonight your sweet thirteen is not great.

Maybe the reason is you and your very superficial mind, the things you focus on and that really mater, like friends and a good time.

Fucking L.