and stared at this picture for the longest time, baffled by the "why?"
and not so much on the picture. Lets dissect it.
Shoeless, wearing a hat (indoors, mind you), sitting in a chair bigger
than Saddam Husseins, hair over one eye...i mean really. Architectual
Digest? For real? MJ?!
And then theres the second pic. For real this is in this magazine.
Still rocking the hat (still indoors), shoes on the ground, a poster
of himself (who else?) on the wall in the background, and making that
piano cry tears of Thriller-red blood.
Whos bad? I think you know.
I still have one unanswered question: why is MICHAEL JACKSON on the
cover of Architectual Digest?
Theyre just making money off of his death. Which is in poor taste.
Shame on you, Architectual Digest, shame.
Oh well. Anyway, i guess thats all, seeing as how "its after midnight,
and something evils lurking in the dark..."
Feel free to comment. Feedback is offered for a reason, children (and
anybody older than me who reads this).
Thank you.
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