Oh, Michael
I can’t help but think that if he’d known the world would show this outpouring of love and support upon his death, maybe he wouldn’t have driven himself mad with self-loathing, turning into a living picture of Dorian Gray so to speak. Maybe somewhere, there is a beautiful, black, wide-nosed Michael roaming the earth, making amazing music in solitude, and living forever.
You had a lot of problems, Michael Jackson, but deep down we all still loved you. Thanks for all the great songs.
