The Ceremony Pt. II - In Which I Learn the Most Saddening Fate And Circumstances of the Velvet Fog

[alvin_stomack]

Let's take it from the top... It was November 7th, that fateful night of the holy quinceanera, at the Petronila Steak Arena, where I, Alvin Stomack, and the multitudinous inhabitants of Christmas Island were gathered to celebrate my 50th day of birth.
   King Steak having been escorted to the nearest Christmas Island White Castle to calm himself

Comments

[anonymous]

I owe all my veggie dog sculpting talents to the coinciding fates of personl altruistic animal activism and the nasty tasting-ness of veggie dogs. Also, I have been waiting and finally the words dripping from the cold sore on your lip have returned and my very own old existance has found its place in a drop of pus! I stand awe-struck and panting, Alvin, because you are awesome and I just ran up a flight of mini-stairs.
Love,
formerly possepunk

[alvin_stomack]

Ah, possepunk, my longtime disciple-friend, it so soothing to hear your smooth text reverberate in my soul's ear. I hope the missionary work you are committed to in Missouri is taking strong effect and providing comely results. It touches me that in your busy-ness you still allot the time required to peruse my soul-purgings in this journal jungle. I have applied, I assure you, topical cream to said cold sore, so you need not worry of having clones.