It Was A Pleasure To Burn.

Is It True, The World Works Hard And We Play? Is That Why We're Hated So Much?

The Wind Outside Nested In Each Tree, Prowled The Sidewalks In Invisible Treads Like Unseen Cats. Tom Skelton Shivered. Anyone Could See That The Wind Was A Special Wind This Night, And The Darkness Took On A Special Feel Because It Was All Hallows' Eve. Everything Seemed Cut From Soft Black Velvet Or Gold Or Orange Velvet. Smoke Panted Up Out Of A Thousand Chimneys Like The Plumes Of Funeral Parades. From Kitchen Windows Drifted Two Pumpkin Smells: Gourds Being Cut, Pies Being Baked.

Touch A Scientist And You Touch A Child.

..holding A Book But Reading The Empty Spaces.

Why Go To A Machine When You Could Go To A Human Being?