THE KING HAS DIED.
I know that it’s fucking cliché to be blogging about Michael Jackson’s death but goddamnit, it’s such a shocker. :( The world is mourning for the passing of the King of Pop and I’m right there, grieving along with everybody else. (Except June, who called MJ a freak so I’m going to punch her in the tooth. -_-)
And I know that it’s even more of a fucking cliché to be mention how his music made a difference in my life, but it definitely did. I grew up listening to this dude eh, my childhood is filled with memories of Mum singing along to him and Dad carrying me on his shoulders, dancing to Beat It. Yeh, everybody dies and so would he, but not now and not like this.
Goodnight and goodbye, Michael, you’ll be sorely missed. Nobody ever got close to you. Nobody has and nobody ever will.
