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( So call us freaks but that's just the way we roll. )

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You know, Valentines Day was a lot more fun back when it was about gluing paper hearts on shoe boxes and passing out little cards with dinosaurs on them that say things like [time for a dramatic reading voice, as if he's reciting Shakespeare outside someone's window] "Valentine, you stop my heart in its tracks like a meteor crashing into the earth ( Read more... )

[Nearly two weeks have passed since his arrival. Two. Popsicle-licking. Weeks. AKA the longest time Kevin has ever gone without playing guitar since he first picked one up. He's had his hands full with trying to adjust to the whole being-trapped-in-a-weird-prison-world thing, and the whole living-in-a-big-scary-apartment-by-himself thing, but now ( Read more... )

[Hello, Luceti. Meet Kevin. He's huddled up underneath a tree, trying to keep warm and protect himself from the snow. Which doesn't work so well, considering the tree doesn't have any leaves. It being winter and all. He wishes he would have thought to dream up something warmer to wear. Yes, he is entirely convinced this is a dream, despite the fact ( Read more... )