Yalla, what's next. *Shuffle*: "Slavonic Dance No. 3 for orchestra in A flat major" (Antonin Dvorák) Heh, that couldn't be more contrasting if it tried.
It's time to take matters into my own hands, no more shuffle, pickpickpickpick
MICHAEL JACKSON. How could I not? Since my last post (lol like wut...4 days?) MJ has died. The King of Pop, bigger than the Beetles; than Jesus Christ himself, is dead. Gone. Away. Disposed. Eradicated. Afar. Cast aside. Mort.
That's depressing. There seems to be some strange case of pathetic fallacy here; it started pouring down with rain the second I typed the 'M' in MICHAEL. If this was a movie I'd say the mise-en-scene was far too BAIT.
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