It's been awhile since I last wrote, but I've been busy. Also to be honest, I'm still adapting to blogger's ways. I'm so use to LiveJournal's easy posting. Eh. I know I said I'd put up a review of Shelter, but I haven't the motivation to write about it though. I'll just say that it's a great movie. No! It's an awesome movie! I'm going to be buying it on Amazon.com cause Best Buy's stupid ass didn't have it. Surprise surprise. And I love me the Amazons! I think I have the UK version of Miss Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocketful of Sunshine," which has more tracks, waiting in a shopping cart there.
Oh speaking of music, Madonna's "Hard Candy" is awesome hard! See how I tried to make a pun there but ultimately failed? I'm good like that. Love it love it love it! And I'm not saying that because I'm gay, oh no! I love it! It's her hiphop album since it's produced by Timbaland and Justin "fucking hot" Timberlake. Side note: I absolutely need a shirt like those "I heart NY" ones, but it says, "I heart JT." Gotta find it. Anyway, "Hard Candy" went beyond my expectations. I could do without the two remixes of "4 Minutes," which by the way is four minutes and four seconds long. The first song, "Candy Shop" reminds me of 50 Cent's song. It sets the mood, I like it for that reason. My absolutely favorite song is "Heartbeat." It's about dancing. Enough said. Another favorite is "Miles Away" and "Devil Wouldn't Recognize You." Beautiful music and lyrics. Go buy it!
I had more I wanted to say, but I got caught up in talking about Madonna. So sue me!
Tears streak down the woman’s face and sobs of sadness, disrupting the silence, escape her mouth. The man attempts to console her, but cannot hold back grief. All in black, the figures keep their eyes downcast. The tombstone will soon cast its gaze upon disturbed dirt. The refined inscription sits deep in the stone. Four uniformed men lower the casket into the rectangular ditch. A slimy earthworm creates a thud as it lands on the surface of the black box. The casket makes its final descent and settles on the moist, clumpy dirt. Once again, the moans and cries of the grievers cut through the silence only louder. The woman, now soaked in tears, begins to rant, but her speech is unintelligible. The four uniformed men grab shovels and begin to cover the casket. The earthworm manages to escape into the wall of the rectangular ditch. It now has a new friend among the other neighbors.
Tomb Two. (151 words)
My favorite words used to be visible on this one particular tombstone. Requiescat In Pace. That’s all it said. I think the family couldn’t afford to have anything else put on it. The inscription stood out and made the tomb unique from other plain tombs. The lettering was cursive, yet legible to anyone. The capital letters, once towering now resemble the size of the other letters. I couldn’t make out the other letters. It wasn’t enough that the rain and wind battered this poor tombstone, but now I had to use an acid to clean away the dirt and mold. I hated spraying that cleaning liquid on the tomb, but I was careful, spraying where I only needed to spray and using gentle scrubbing. I didn’t want it to deteriorate anymore. My brother never realized that I cared for him the way he was treated, but I did with his tomb.
The Third Tomb. (150 words)
The man in the black suit adjusted his tie and nametage as he moved onto the next available plot. “This one here is between two distinguished men who have contributed a lot to their community.” The couple leaned into one another and whispered. The salesman fidgeted and said, “We do have a nice secluded plot. It has this gorgeous willow near it and will provide shade!” He ushered the couple toward the back of the cemetary. The weeping willow stood by itself. The border of the cemetary was marked by the beginning of the forest. “You don’t see many willows around here. And if you’re wondering about the fall leaves, we have a cleaning crew.” The coupled whispered longer this time.
They looked at the plot, marked by a white chalk line. “Mother, she loved willows,” the woman said with a smile. The saleswoman smiled and wrote on her clipboard.
The Fourth Tomb. (156 words)
The weatherman lied. It’s raining. I hate it, but my best friend didn’t want to come out to the cemetary alone. Every time she goes, she cries and can’t drive. Actually, the last time she drove, we almost died. So I’m holding a spare umbrella and she’s got a bouquet of flowers. I think I can hear her moaning as we make our way, but I look over and she’s fine. It must be the rain. We arrive at her parents’ tomb for the fourth time since they died. She bows her head and says a prayer. I’m trying not to get wet. She places the flowers on the grass and turns to leave without crying. Awestruck, I run to catch up and I think I saw something sticking out of one of the other graves. I think it might’ve been a hand. It must have been the rain, but it looked similar to a hand.
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