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"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
~Vincent Willem van Gogh
The Journal of Armitage Hux-Dameron Vol. II - Entry 35
(I can only hope that this is private. I put a seven-factor authentication system in place, but BB-8 was able to hack it within seconds. That droid is evil.)
I have returned to the Finalizer today. Thus far:
There is a Stormtrooper-shaped hole in the door to our private quarters.
The color-coding system on the Bridge has disintegrated into chaos.
The Resistance is starting to resist us again and has vandalized our sublevels with grotesque paintings of porgs.
My store of extra bitter tarine tea has disappeared. No one can tell me what happened to it.
Ren’s feral Loth Cat, Ani, has crammed his oversized body into Millie’s tooka tree and refuses to come out.
And now, Ren is screaming about how his uncle’s ghost attempted to steal his TIE Whisperer.
I’m almost starting to miss living with my father-in-law.
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Section capture of my journals. 04/18
Private journal
I sort of hope Marji gets aids
April 22, 2018
Dear Diary…
I got a really weird phone call from daddy last night. I guess he’s just upset about the whole uncle Dedric thing. But... he’s never sounded that serious before? Sigh. I can’t wait until this whole mess is over.
This is an entry from my diary:
Sometimes i wish that my writing was based in real feelings and experiences and not just in my imagination, well every time I think this way I remember myself that Oscar Wilde wrote:
"We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. If I live, I will show the world what it is"