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12-27-10
I’ve cried the tears of a thousand bygone eras. Fears and hopes tectonically collide bringing forth death and a new birth of mind. I am not the fan I used to be. I can no longer lose myself in out world. Once where there was noting but happiness, sadness peeks in its marauding head. I bought THIS IS IT on dvd the day it came out. It’s still in the plastic in the best buy bag with the receipt. I can’t bring myself to watch it. I bought the Michael album. It’s still sitting on my desk in the Target bag. I only half way listened to it once. I am very picky in what I will and will not do or affiliate myself with. I bought it out of love, obligations, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. To not buy it is to harm Michael’s reputation and I will always make sure I support him.
It’s like those little nesting egg figurines. It’s happy inside of grief inside of anger inside of despair. I can’t even watch him on TV. I can’t lose myself in his music anymore. I also notice that Sony is not marketing the album well. THIS IS IT was everywhere. Even with the controversy they should still push the album. I saw the commercial for it after the album came out. I have seen one Dash bus with an advertisement on its side.
There’s derelict doodle in my brain.
I have noticed that I only write poetry when I am sad.
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