I was made aware of this grave stone in Hingham. Considering this is where I run the dogs on Sundays, I went to find said grave as the explanation was compelling. Words didn't really do it justice to be honest. I'm glad I remembered my camera because I snapped a bunch of pictures. I have always been a huge fan of grave yards. I used to live right next door to one and I have to say, dead people are THE BEST neighbors ever! They never called the police because of our ruckus parties, they never chided when we indulged by filling our lungs with illegal toxins, they were accepting of me tanning in teeny outfits and they never made any noise. That is the perfect relationship if you ask me. I also dabbled in chalk rubbings at one point. I enjoyed searching out the older graves as they are always far more interesting. The older the graveyard the more somber you feel. Well, that's how it is for me anyway... I also enjoyed chalk rubbing the graves of children as it makes my heart sink a wee bit and reminds me I am not heartless. I have also always enjoyed running the dogs in graveyards at night. Let's face it... no one else is there and it's quiet. Sometimes it's nice to have quiet like that. When I have happened across other people, they want to stay away from me as much as I do. Are they also thinking "freak" as they walk by? It's strange to me that we take up all this space with dead bodies. It's a strange little celebration we partake in. But the other incredible role graveyards play is protecting large spaces and keeping them from all those developing whores who feel the need to build on every single piece of land that is over 14' wide. So in that case, dead people have purpose as well. I like purpose when regarding dead things and I try to point it out whenever I can. I don't want to be buried as much as I might be able to hold off developers if I did. I want an authentic viking funeral. The whole sha-bang. If this is somehow thwarted, I do hope someone can plant a tree by my grave. Preferably peach. I would then be able to fertilize the tree and that is purpose in it's own way.
So these are the graves. First and formost the angel. What a fantastic grave. Whoever thought of it gets my admiration. Whoever made it is my hero.
Then there was this little guy. Anyone who marks their death with sea creatures is okay by me. Especially if it's cute. I would not be opposed to something ugly though. Anything in the name of originality and creativity.
And of course my heart did a little dip. I like the sheep. Nice touch.
And then I spotted this and couldn't resist because I am still oh so juvenile... I guess after my last email extravaganza, this just makes me look like a biggot. I could argue that fact, but I don't want to appear like I am going on the defensive since that seems to prove guilt, doesn't it? I also don't want to argue it, since I am the one that started the argument and that's weird.
And what blog is complete without massive amounts of James and Charles?
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no blog is complete without james and charles. the j man looks like his model face is coming right along. i couldn't tell if it was blue steel or magnum, but he's got the look all right.
i can't wait to view his portfolio, and i forget did you take the picture or the coat?
charles' hair is looking lovely these days by the way. kudos to his stylist, and are those new matching collars i spy?
i see your point about dead people staving off developers, but it will pass. eventually they'll run out of national parks to build on and start taking over cemetaries. go for the viking funeral man. i got a flaming arrow with your name on it(bring your own boat). cos thats the kind of girl i am.
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