XANAX DREAMS A XANAX ESCAPE

This ain't your daddy's blues. This is the deepest kind of sadness, a void that sets in like a winter fog and just won't budge. Out here, in the {city's underbelly, there ain't no room for hope. Just the crushing weight of it all. But there's a way out, a quick fix that takes the pain away. It comes in a little white tablet, a tiny illusion called

Gazing up towards a canvas of deep blue, one can't help but feel a wave of peace. The sun, bathed in its celestial glory, paints hues upon clouds which {driftlike, creating a spectacle before our vision. Each day, this display reinvigorates our spirit, reminding us of the beauty that veil us. It is a moment to breathe deeply, and allow ourselves to