The world is going to blow up into a billion firey smithereens.
Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, the black-man-gone-white, the famous blonde-boy-toucher, is dead. He had a heart attack and was rushed to the UCLA hospital in Los Angeles, and died shortly after.
This was t w o hours ago.
Can you BELIEVE that? Michael Jackson is d e a d. DEAD. No matter which way you say it, it almost feels unnatural. It's one of those, "This didn't just happen... did it?" moments. And you're not even sure how to feel, right? On one hand, he is... was (snffle) the most famous man in the world, and did a lot for different charity organizations, donating millions, but on the other, he's bleached himself so many times that even WE are confused about what he is, and many little boys have fallen prey to his... uhh... Michael Jackson-ness.
I know where I stand. When a person dies, you forget about the bad and remember the good things about their lives.
Michael Jackson was 50.
 chai high · Thu Mar 11, 2010 @ 04:36am · 0 Comments |
