OMGZ! No way did MJ and Farrah die on the same hot summer day. I was going to eat ice cream on a park bench and people watch until class time, but now... now I have to self-medicate.
Farrah Fawcett, perma-golden child, who I always thought looked strained and sad in her ubiquitous pin-up poster.
And MJ. King of the Lost Boys. Never had a childhood until he made his Neverland Ranch. But before that, he taught a whole generation how to dance, had a killer voice, and seemed so lost.
A super-talented, super-prolific friend has been writing a song a day, and wrote a great one of MJ.
It's a sad day.
-Kastoory
Thursday, June 25, 2009
See you at the Crossroads
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Death,
Farrah Fawcett,
Jonathan Mann,
Michael Jackson,
RIP,
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2 comments:
all this news has been hard to swallow. i seriously looked up to michael jackson so so much. i went to one unforgettable concert in London.
and i'm gonna miss everybody
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