-I can't do that, of course I can. Yes that's what I want, it conveys better meaning. Meaning in a graveyard scene?
I saw the white gravestones rising from the ground and floating around my head.
-Oh yeah! meaning.
They were covered with epitaphs and names. I had a strange desire...
-Funny I have a desire right now. Food! Where'd I put that sandwich?
...to look for mine.
-Yes, MY sandwich.
There's a dead tree there. I remembered...
-My sandwich.
...a tree like that where my dad put a swing.
-If I can't eat it I'll write about it.
My dad made it out of a breadbox and the ropes were from cords that hung beef in the butcher shop.
-Ready made hamburg. Very rare, though.
I opened my eyes, I was not sure if I had been sleeping. I was in a grave. It had been dug newly, the ground was still wet. I started sinking in the water...
-Really, I'm thirsty after my hamburg.
or rather, the water was rising up above me. It was cold. As it reached my head I started swimming.
-Boy, this is wierd.
Good thing the water came, I swam out of the grave.
-"Pool." Add humor. Hah! Why?
It was a very small grave, possibly a child's. In fact, I could almost see the child's small ghost guarding it. The trees waved...
-"Goodbye as if to mean you'll die," Oh, very poetique, I am SO fantastic
.... Hello like the old witch in Hansel and Gretel.
-Not peotique but better than being morbid. That's another joke, avoid being morbid in a graveyard.
Nearby, an old morgue stood abandoned with chain clanging spirits flying above.
-I hope it's witches. Chap. 1: witches. Women who ___ don't get ignorant, back to the story.
They were spirits of the people whose bones now danced...
-"Beneath the saves," That sounds like a sea story, waves of earth, that's better.
...beneath the waves of earth. The earth was actually like waves, I almost felt seasick.
-More and more like a sea story.
They actually began undulating slightly and the ground looked much like water.
-Walking on water, just like God. Hard work makes you tired, I want a cup of coffee. Where'd the maid leave that? Left shelf, dummy. Three tablespoonfuls per pot. Use four, I like it strong. I want a more comfortable chair. Oh no! spilled. Clean it up, back to the story, boring as it is, Boring! I should say perfect, after all, I an. I can't create anything less than perfect. Perfection's relative. Year, heh, and I'm relatively perfect.
The moon turned a pale blue, and I felt a shudder. The blueness of the moon against the pitch black sky cast a pervading blue mist over the graveyard. The old gate creaked noisily in the soft Northern wind. The wind howled. Or was it a coyote perhaps.
-Prob'ly a drunk. They're going to think this is a master piece. If only they could hear what I'm thinking. If they could I'd be broke from now 'till my reincarnation.
A crow landed on the mortuary's roof. The morgue was dark and foreboding. A huge iron door, which was chained shut, guarded the entrance. Many times since then I have wondered why the necessity of the chain.
-So do I. Was it to keep things from getting in, or from getting out? Leave it. Let other people decide since I can't.
It was said the chain guarded the treasures within from those withour who would want the treasures found in a morgue while at the same time guarding those outside from the consequences of gaining those treasures.
-That's a petty way of getting out of it. I'm so great I should have been a politician. Criminal? Analogous.
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