While browsing for a picture to accompany a post about Michael Jackson's recent comeback attempt at the World Music Awards (he had , his during the chorus of "We Are The World," and other snoozeworthy events) we stumbled upon this photograph of the singer entering the arena, promptly causing our inner child to thoroughly soil its Captain Eo Underoos. Of course, our first instinct, after having ensured that the image had not literally reached down into our throats and stolen the wind out of our lungs, was to blow it up and share it with all of you. Sleep tight, little ones, trying your best not to think of the alabaster-skinned, nubbin-nosed bogeyman, who may or may not close in to seal your doom as you slumber.
Bonus link: Read about how Jackson almost was !
There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.
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The butler, tougher-fibred than I, did not faint at what met him in the hall in the morning.
Instead, he telephoned the police. When they came I had been taken upstairs to bed, but the - other mass - lay where it had collapsed in the night. The men put handkerchiefs to their noses.
What they finally found inside Edward's oddly-assorted clothes was mostly liquescent horror. There were bones, to - and a crushed-in skull.
I cannot even image how much pain someone has to have inside their soul to continuously inflict that much physical damage on themself, year after year.
We are watching a man very slowly and very tortuously kill himself.
This is a tragedy.
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