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Rome is burning and all the "mushroom people" (humans who are raised in the dark, fed bullshit in order to grow and actually love it!) can think of doing is milling around a dead pop star's house like some bizzare fray of shaved, tear-soaked lemmings and bawling openly and shamelessly about someone they knew nothing about, who's life they basically viewed through the skewed, fish-eyed, prism of the media's camera lenses, and who in all probability, wouldn't cross the street to piss on them if they were on fire! I'm sure he was a generous, noble, gentle person within the capacity and perimeters that his celebrity allowed him, and we all know what a tremendous force he was in the music industry...but that's hardly worth falling to the ground in a crumpled, pitiful, embarassing, snot-soaked, heap of misery on his front lawn!
Have some goddamned dignity and mourn quietly to yourself...you're "not" part of his family you retards...not even his extended family...try this...walk out onto your deck at night and play "The Man In The Mirror" at a low volume, just enough for you to hear yourself think, look up into the night sky at the stars, then pick one and call it Michael...name it, and say a prayer, thanking him for the music and the inspiration...burn a little sweetgrass for his spirit, or whatever it is you do when you feel strongly about someone who's passed on...privately...with self-respect, and respect for his living relatives and him...he's gone...but so is the lovely miss Farrah who was strangely, but not unexpectedly forgotten by the general public in the onslaught of Michael's followers...
...people die every day...it's part of life...people stronger and maybe not so much stronger than Michael or Farrah...ordinary, everyday people...people who have given their entire lives to help others who can't necessarily help themselves and who've asked for nothing in return...people that I know personally, that have lived lives of abuse, pain and addiction but could still share a smile and even a tear, have died homeless in the goddamned street with "nobody" but a few friends and relatives at their funeral...if that!
Having said that...now you can move on...'cause I know most of you can't fuckin' wait for the next icon to die so you can prove your love alllllll over again!
P.S. For you morons confused by the death mask, I'm an artist ya fuckin' airheads...the mask is actually a Halloween mask, but exists in "my" head as a representation and cultivation of the effect Michael's toxic history and environment had on him...you all are part of it...THINK or at least LOOK before you run your fuckin' mouths...
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