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.

The petrified forest

She's got bette davis eyes already, she's eighteen, smart and living in a shithole in Arizona.
Poetry, words and a window on the world appears as an american gentleman, failed writer and newly self proclaimed gipsy coming from france.

It's the meeting of these 3, the lost girl with big ideas, the failed writer with no hope and the gangster trying to escape the police to Mexico.

Free spirits meet in this room where everything can start or end, death, love, rebirth in a new place...

The poetry is sublime, the eyes are just starting to sparkle and the life is rough but truthful.

Stupid

I call you stupid or annoying when you are.
I doesn't mean you are stupid and annoying,
It means sometimes you can be.
But then I tell you this, you are so scared of being,
that you start acting stupid.
Well, then you are.
Trust me, everyone can be stupid and annoying sometimes,
the only thing is to understand that,
but for it you have to be smarter...

The tube

Through the windows he saw the tears,

of the tube crying towards the wind.

No smoking said the sign,

but consume as much as pleased.

R.

Mon vomi

C'est mon vomi, le mien, tu n'y touches pas, tu le laisses là, sur le trottoir, face à sa victoire.

Tout le trajet je l'ai retenu, je me suis battu, à chaque feu je gratte du temps.

Le chauffeur de taxi, à 5 heures du matin semble lui prendre un malin plaisir à accélère d'un coup, à démarrer en trombe au moindre feu passé au vert.

Je lui en veux pas, mais je m'interroge tout de même, le fait-il exprès, une sorte de vengeance pas personnelle. Je crois que je le ferais à leur place, mais il y'a tout de même le risque de salir l'intérieur, ce qui signifie alors la fin du travail. Quand y'a vomis, impossible de reprendre un client…

Je crois qu'il ne le faisait pas exprès alors.