![]() ![]() He had the balls to say "Jew me, sue me, everybody do me/ Kick me, kike me, don't you black or white me"and that alone deserves a clap. Oh and he was mad, I won't disagree with that, but he still did good things, like"They don't care about us". Or listening to "The Way You Make Me Feel" when I was 16 with Melissa, the song being the final touch to my overly happy puppy mood during that period of time. ![]() ![]() Like that time when I watched the short film"Ghost" with my brother and I pretended to me fine but I was in fact shitting my pants. Well, this blog entry will be my way of clapping for all the good moment Michael Jackson made me spend. I like to think that I stand in the middle of that, though nobody can be really sure.Īnyway, my dad always told me to clap when I hear an musician playing, even in the streets, even if it was lame, just to show my appreciation to the fact that I was given something. So the cool people will over react to the fact that everybody talk about it and will try to be indifferent to it, and the over sensitive and attention seeking people will babble about it all day long, cry, scream, whatever. And now I can't help but flinching when he sings "until your heart stops" in Thriller. ![]()
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