Weblog of SLEEPYHAZELEYES

Jul 21, 2005 at 02:57 o\clock

THE PINK GRANITE MONUMENT...OH MY!!!!!!!

Mood: SPOOKED OUT
Listening to: THE STILLNESS OF MY NEIGHBORS YARD

 Ghost Tombstone Skull Mummy OKAY GUYS... HERE'S THE SCOOP. SO FAR NO MOVEMENT FROM NEXT STORE. NOT EVEN THE RED PICK-UP TRUCK OF HIS SON'S. NOW THE WIFE'S CAR IS IN THE DRIVEWAY AND HE IS GONE CAR AND THE MUTT AND HIS LAUNDRY...

I TOLD EVERYONE THE STORY ON THE 10TH FLOOR. THEY ALL STOOD THERE WITH THERE MOUTHS OPEN. I EVEN ADDED THE VISUAL OF HIM IN HIS THONG AND GUY BOOBS ETC... JUST THOUGT I SHOULD SHARE THAT ALSO BEING I SHARED WITH YOU GUYS. THE HEAD NURSE LISTENING TO THE STORY POINTS HER FINGER AT ME AND SAYS DID YOU CALL THE COPS? I SAID NO. HE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS 14 HOUR DRIVE PROBALY FOR IS ALIBI. SHE SHOOK HER FINGER IN MY FACE AND SAID IT'S YOUR DUTY AS A NEIGHBOR TO REPORT ANYTHING LIKE THIS. EVERYONE ELSE STOOD THERE AND SAID TAKE PICTURES.KNOCK ON THE DOOR. ONE PERSON SAID IF HE'S GONE SHE'LL COME OVER WITH NIGHT VISION STUFF AND WALK AROUND HIS YARD AND SEE IF THERE IS ANY WRITING ON THE MONUMENT. SHE SAID SHE WOULD OF WENT UP TO HIM AND SAID : SO, HOW'S THE WIFE.? HAVEN'T SEEN HERE LATELY. SHE WOULD TOO. BUT, NOT ME. I MAY BE NOSEY BUT NOT INSANE. WHAT IF AT THAT POINT HE TURNED AROUND AND SAID COME IN SHE'S INSIDE. THEN HIT ME OVER THE HEAD AND BURIED ME OR WORSE YET AS MY COWORKER SAID SHE'S PROBALY IN THE FREEZER DOWN HIS BASEMENT WAITING TO BE PUT THREW THE WOODCHIPPER.. YECK...YIKES

ANYWAY I DID TAKE PICTURES OF THE PINK GRANITE MONUMENT. I HAVE DITIAL AND A ZOOM. BUT IT IS SORTA FACING THE OTHER WAY. IF I POST IT ON THE BLOG HE COULD SEE IT. RIGHT... THEN HE'D KNOW THAT HIS NEIGHBOR MAY BE ON TO HIM....CAUSE WHO WOULD SNAP PICTURES OF SOMEONE ELSES PINK GRANITE MOUNUMENT AND BE CRAZY ENOUGH TO POST IT... NOT ME.... BUT, I PRINTED SOME OUT AND I AM BRING THEM TO WORK ALONG WITH HIS FREAKY SCARECROW.

THE TOWN I LIVE IN WOULDN'T GIVE A RATS ASS IF SOMEONE WENT MISSING. I GUESS THE SON WENT WITH HIM TO DITCH THE BODY PARTS. SOME ONE AT WORK SAID WATCH THE SON JUST COME BACK AND THE FATHER BE MISSING ALSO... OH MY... CSI HERE COMES ANOTHER STORY.....I CAN SEE IT ALL NOW. THE YELLOW TAPE AND THE PLACE CRAWLING WITH COPS AND FBI AGENTS. WHO KNOWS HE COULD OF GONE OVER THE BOARDER.

I TOLD YOU HE WAS STRANGE.... EVEN IF IT TURNS OUT THAT HIS WIFE IS OKAY....(I HOPE SHE IS) WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU WANT A PINK GRANITE MONUMENT IN YOUR BACK YARD...IS IT A MEMERIOL TO HER OR JUST HIS SICK MIND PLAYING WITH ME.... OMG..... I HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT THIS...IT'S JUST TOO CREEPY. THE TOWN CALLS THE FAMILY THE ADAMS FAMILY. NOT KIDDING. IT'S THE WAY THE HOUSE IS. THE PATHWAYS THRU HIS PROPERY AND THE TREES OUT FRONT THAT BLOCK THE ROAD AND ALL THESE STRANGE THINGS THAT ARE STUCK IN THE GARDENS OF FLOWERS THAT HAVE NO FLOWERS JUST THIS GREEN STUFF AND THE CEMENT BENCHS THAT YOU'D FIND AT YOUR LOCAL CEMETARY AND HOW YOU CAN NOT SEE IN ANY WINDOW OF THE HOUSE. HE HAS VINES AND ODD TREES THAT LOOK LIKE THEY ARE FROM A DR. SUESS BOOK. THE VEGTABLE GARDEN THAT THE TOMATOES HANG UPSIDE DOWN TO GROW... I SWEAR ! HE MOWS HIS PATHWAYS AND HAS ALL THIS STRANGE SHIT. NOW THE PINK GRANITE MONUMENT. IT'S WORSE THEN GOING TO OZ.... THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME....WHERE'S MY RUBY RED SLIPPERS AND TOTO?

SO, HERE'S PART 2 OF MY ENTRY... LET'S HOPE THAT THEY ALL COME BACK SAFELY...I WILL UPDATE AS I CAN...I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY MORE I WILL ENTER... BUT, REST A SURE WHEN I SEE SOMEONE I WILL.....I JUST HOPE IT'S NOT A MUMMY...THANKS FOR LISTENING AND THE COMMENTS...I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW HE GOT THAT SUCKER BACK THERE. IT'S HUGE AND GRANITE AND PINK...HOW DID I MISS THAT PART.????? ANY WAY, GOOD NIGHT FOR NOW...WORK TOMORROW IN THE AM..GOTTA BE UP AT 4 AM AND ON THE ROAD BY 5AM...YAWN YAWN... JUST VERY TIRED.HAVE A GOOD NIGHT....HAZELEYES  I HOPE I ANSWERED SOME OF THE QUESTIONS AND THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL THE COMMENTS..


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