The Man Who Smiles When

Magic--that's Just A Label, You Know. Completely Meaningless. It Wasn't So Very Long Ago That People Were Saying That Electricity Was Magic.

Then She Did See It There - Just A Face, Peering Through The Curtains, Hanging In Midair Like A Mask. A Head-scarf Concealed The Hair And The Glassy Eyes Stared Inhumanly, But It Wasn’t A Mask, It Couldn’t Be. The Skin Had Been Powdered Dead-white And Two Hectic Spots Of Rouge Centered On The Cheekbones. It Wasn’t A Mask. It Was The Face Of A Crazy Old Woman. Mary Started To Scream, And Then The Curtains Parted Further And A Hand Appeared, Holding A Butcher’s Knife. It Was The Knife That, A Moment Later, Cut Off Her Scream. And Her Head.

A Foolish Man Tells A Woman To Stop Talking, But A Wise Man Tells Her That Her Mouth Is Extremely Beautiful When Her Lips Are Closed.

Sure God Created Man Before Woman, But Then Again You Always Make A Rough Draft Before Creating The Final Masterpiece.

So Much For Modern Science And Its Wonderful Discoveries That Just About Everything Can Kill You. Life Is Only A Bedtime Story Before A Long, Long Sleep.