cemetary_sweethearts stork daddy on valentine's day, they decided to go to a children's park and sit, but saw when they got there it was across from a cemetary. they decided to go to the cemetary. they'd walk and say things about the graves they saw, usually just trying to see if they could deduce from the dates how old they were. they'd say, she had quite a run, or they lost three children under one. he remarked how it was sadder when 39 year olds died than infants since they had more connections. she kept saying how thigns were bad luck to do in a cemetary. he asked if a kiss was bad luck. she said, well no tongue. so a quick jerkie is out of the question? you could just stand real close to me and when i'm shaking and moaning it would look like mourning. it'd be hard to explain why you were doing that in front of the grave of a korean woman who died in 1864 she replied. there was an epitaph they liked. it said, pray for me those who pass by, where you are now so once was I. Where I am now, you too will be. Prepare for death, follow me. She said, i think it's the living who need prayers. He looked into the water which had filled one of the holes where flowers were supposed to go, and there were hundreds of squirming tiny insects of the same kind spread throughout the depths which took on a largeness for all of the individual lives they held -like a microcosm. it looked like stars or something. randomly she knelt to pray on some old man's tomb which had a stone kneeler. he said a prayer of his own..."that the living may know the peace of the dead while they are still alive. that they can make peace with death before death makes peace with them." there were two military veterans who were separated by one grave. one had served in vietnam and the other had served in world war II through vietnam. he said, "i don't want to be buried next to the bitch who served in only one war!" and she laughed at the ridiculousness of it. he laughed as well. you aren't supposed to laugh in cemetaries, at least not loud. he said, why not, the crows are, and indeed the crows were squawking. lots of people had pictures on their graves. most of them were the type of pictures people had on their real estate sales business cards. one tomb had a hole where the small picture was supposed to be and they concocted a story about how the man there had had a mistress and when he died, she had come at night and torn it out because it was the only way she was able to mourn, able to express her sadness and her rejection, the only honorable way she knew without directly hurting the wife and family. on their way out of the cemetary they saw one of the few pictures in color. it caught their eye because he was so young. the flowers were still fresh, it was a huge valentine's day spread. he had been their age, 21, and his family and girlfriend had left flowers and letters. he had wanted to sneak back at night and read the letters, but he knew it would be wrong. they left the cemetary shortly after looking at some of the older catacombs and he told her it was one of the more romantic valentines days he'd had. she said yeah, i'm full of good ideas...you thought you were my only good idea? he thought to himself how all of these people were a part of their shared lives now, how their love had invited, was no longer afraid of death. and yet, he still felt like there was so much he wasn't telling her. she smiled, and he thought that there was no reason her smile couldn't be just as loaded as his. 040216 ... :_) when i was younger, i would go with my friends to the cemetary at night. we thought getting stoned there was cooler than anything. they were kind of goths, but not really. i wasn't scared. it just seemed like just another dark place. 040216 ... your guardian :_) and that must have been one of your more memorable valentine's days. with some people, you can enjoy even the simplest and darkest things. 040216 ... x he talked about how dismal his life is, i pictured him fucking me while i looked over the city 040217 ... karl the weed waiting for her in the cemetary at 2 AM... is she even gonna show up? its sort of creepy out here... 040217 ... Xenomorph This is a very strange website. Simple, but strange. 200919 ... unhinged (this strange little place has existed since 1998. the busiest years were around 2002-2005...maybe.) 200919 ... Xenomorph I have explored some stories, so far. And factual history as well. Thank you. 200919 what's it to you? who go blather from