I can't believe Michael Jackson is dead. It seems so unreal...he was just part of our lives, folks my age. It used to be cool to like Michael. Everyone liked him, white folks, black folks, he was cute, omg, so cute until he lost his damn mind and started fucking up his face. That was a damn shame. Those first two resculpting made him look fine, and then after that, it was the Twilight Zone. I used to feel sorry for him though. Man, how could you hate yourself so much that you didn't want to look like yourself anymore? I used to think he was trying to look like Janet--that's her real face. Maybe a tiny bit of work on the nose. But he kept on going and going until finally, instead of talking about his music, and the probably eternal influence he'll have on the music world, lots of us are talking about his face. That's a shame. That's just wrong.

michael, from when he was so very hot and sweet.
michael, from when he was so very hot and sweet.
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6/26/09 03:14 am (UTC)I always felt such sadness, watching him spiral down into that strange place he finally came to the end of today. No matter how bizarre the reports of his life and difficulties, I never had any inclination to make jokes about him or be disgusted. He was just so not of this world. The picture you found to post here, even though it was ostensibly taken before he started downward, reflects the sorrow that he always exuded.
Rest in Peace, Michael.
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6/26/09 03:26 am (UTC)Right? Folks don't get that today, how amazing it was at the time.
I've made my share of Jackson jokes--that going from dark to white just couldn't be ignored, though in the beginning we tried to give Michael the benefit of the doubt. But now in the end, I can only think what a sad little boy he was, and how bad actions spawn bad actions.