Black or White
Taa-na…taaa-na….
Yesterday Michael Jackson told me about his dream he wanted to check on his wife he is dead of course it was just a dream.
Yesterday Michael was sad he said “I’m so sad” he read Said and so sadistic comments he tried on my blog.
Yesterday Michael Jackson reminded me I had a meeting downstairs with Phil Collins I said “I can’t go out there. I’m too sad.”
Yesterday in my dream Michael used his brush to molest a child the child said “NO! I’m too SAD!”. Michael picked up his brush and steered it away from this blessed child of his.
Yesterday I dreamed of Michael being redeemed by the Matrix. Oh, no…the robots will be here in any second! I’ll log out later, anyway…
This is not my hand, Michael. They dream of you, you’re dead.
Michael, you’re the only one…that’s a Franz Ferdinand song, moron! And who’s this Franz Ferdinand? It’s a band, moron! Oh…this dream of you begging of my purse to send it streams of affection, to kill convalescents and redeem Michael. Who are you? Michael, angel? Michelangelo? Oh, boy!
