A smile beside an even wider one and a flower laughs with a hiccup and butter slowly melts

Three smooth and innocently imperfect stones arranged in a friendly arc beam at nobody in particular

A tree continues its singular plan to win your love by growing -

It will not regret a thousand years of sadness.

It's close to midnight
And something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight
You see a sight that almost stops your heart

This is a writeup about a pop song, written by Rod Temperton, produced by Quincy Jones, and performed by Michael Jackson, released on Jackson's 1982 album of the same name. It's also a writeup about the music video of the same song directed by John Landis, written by Landis and Jackson, and…

Mr. Balistrari had a Neanderthal's looks, but a whole lot of money, big fists, and a temper to match Mount Vesuvius, and so nobody ever questioned his looks. He looked dumb; the protruding brow and watery eyes, but he wasn’t dumb and only an idiot would have though so. He knitted his fingers together, and glowered at the rest of the men seated at the table. They shuffled nervously.

The table was nice: mahogany with mica flecks embedded in it to match the grandeur of the room. The Paloma…