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July 8 2009
It’s July 8th and I awoke to another day of emptiness and irritation. I’m in disbelief. Did I really go where I went yesterday? I’ll keep holding out hope that this is a mistake. A cruel joke. THIS CAN’T BE? I love you.
For those of you who were not able to feel Michael’s music and love his soul the way I did…you missed out on something beautiful. In 1998 something opened up in me and let him in without me even being aware of it. One minute…Michael Jackson blah blah blah. The next, Michael Jackson Oh My God! There was a need for him and his message in my life. Those fans, like me, who from that first day of fandom just got it, are blessed. We just got it. It’s like another level of consciousness. He got through to me and I believe that with our continued love and support, we got through to him. I know he left us knowing he was loved very much. Love; that is all we really want anyway.
This scares me. Now the rest of them will start dropping like flies. What is closure and how do you find it? Why ain’t Bobby Brown dead? He was on crack! Well, I forget that crack heads are a resilient lot.
II
Life is hard. Today sucks. Music Choice played Joy by Blackstreet and I kept it together for a little, but I ended up crying because Mike Co-wrote it. I had to excuse myself from the table. There was a silver car driving down the street playing Human Nature. This just pisses me off. Now, mothafuckas wanna boom his music and download his shit. It’s like a slap in the face to us who have been in his corner, bumping his music and spreading his message all along. Just like I said before…people are so fickle. Was Quincy Jones there?
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