Last of the last hope it was a blast, all of time will cover you like motor oil. The rest isn't a break from anything, break like snapping twigs in spring. Lightbulb blues they sing a sorry song, too bad you can't hear it. Nothing else is wrong.
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Anyway, onto your journal entry. It makes no sense to me so i will just ignore it
As for the guy, well, when you marry someone, you stuck with their whole family, so he will just have to survive.
Thanks for the comment. And as for your journal entry, it puts me in the mood to read the "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac for some reason.