head emptied, formatted, without internal programs. I wander in the studio empty in search of a forgotten nothing. I let myself be carried away by the sweet fumes of a good joint statement. Relaxed, relaxed, calm, in peace, more used. Strange and wonderful sensation.
To counteract this fucking Solian 25 mg to help me get a good night without nightmares, without anxiety, without trouble waking up I devote myself to the delights of paradise artificial nevertheless natural. I put my seal and cast Solian the garbage.
The night was so beautiful that I wake up in a voluptuous fullness. I remain aware, however, I do not escape me, I do not travel. I say a big "Yes" to therapeutic cannabis. Too bad for this poor France who will never know these medicinal plants legally.
With that, I'm off on the couch and perhaps open a book.
Rereading the "Steppenwolf" by Hermann Hesse.
Yours.
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