I gotta be honest.
First I was shocked.
Then I felt bad for the guy, only 50…three 3kids (how he got them irrelevant…they are his and folks get kids in all manners these days)
Then I was shocked again.
Then I kept going back on being torn between knowing the Michael Jackson I knew and grew up with and the Freak Show Michael Jackson of the last 10 years or so. Fame can do some really really strange things to you and you do not get to live a normal life and we do see time and time again the devastating affects it has on folks.
I feel badly for his children, no doubt this is going to be a horrible mess for the and he did do a good job of shielding them from the media. I will say though, I have yet to see on TV today one other famous person who know him personally or from afar that have had one bad thing to say about him.
I just wish his fan truly and honestly understood the pain and suffering that man was going through and that his music and concerts where just part of him, his job, his way of making a living…but certainly not what defined him totally as a person.
Catalyst–My original idea was to do a post about Farrah being upstaged by Jackson, but I just didn’t want to take the time to do it.
Beach–Yeah, it is.
MI–It’s complicated, isn’t it? I mean there is no denying that Michael Jackson was at one time a vital force in the world of music. Like him or not, there’s no denying it.
But somehow, he went off track. I mean there was the whole child molesting thing. The skin whitening thing. The Neverland ranch. His fucking nose fell off for the love of God.
Joey–Of course you are making an assumption he will get into heavan. Even though he was able to buy himself out of that little child raping incident here on earth, if there is a God, he might have another idea.
I think at one time,I said”Some people are like slinky,s you just want to give them a little push and watch them go down the stairs” MJ missed his push awhile back.
Atlas looked down at his dick
and said, what makes this little thing tick.
He scratched his old head,
and then finally said..
another inch and I’d been a chick.
And Atlas is stuck in Ohio
Oh mercy, oh me, oh my-O
There’s not much to be said
For this state full of dread
‘cept that most of the men there are home-o’s
In general sports metaphores are pathetic
At most, they are merely cosmetic.
Our Atlas, it would seem
has found the man of his dream
and his exploits are mostly olympic.
When it comes to Atlas M. Jackson
His lovers say he’s an attraction
With young men he’s a pro
But what he don’t know
is how he’ll avoid the class-action.
Oh but Joey misses Atlas just so
(he just doesn’t want the world to know)
together, the two make quite a pair
dressed up in their MJ underwear
with absolutely no place to go.
But we all know how Atlas feels about Texas
cause that cowboy prefers his chaps assless.
But what we don’t know for sure
Is if he finally found a cure
for that sore he got from one of his ex-es.
Atlas is still lost somewhere in Ohio
which may as well be that moon Io
But old habits die hard
so with poems he bombards
while looking for someone to blow.
Anaglyph–Thank you for breaking the poetry cycle. I needed a break. I’ve been double teamed by Joey and Atlas!
I think I might have done a post about that movie when I first saw it and I commented on it then. I was just too lazy to go back in the archives to find it.
In other news, I feel somewhat responsible for the fact that Polanski and Atlas have now turned into limerick-crazed trolls, and for that I apologize. I should never have bought up limericks in the first place.
I suppose they’d still have found haiku on their own.
Ahhhh, Mike. Thank you.
I read a comment by one guy who said: “Somewhere Farrah Fawcett is fuming!”
And I thought I was having a tough week about to divorce my wife.
I gotta be honest.
First I was shocked.
Then I felt bad for the guy, only 50…three 3kids (how he got them irrelevant…they are his and folks get kids in all manners these days)
Then I was shocked again.
Then I kept going back on being torn between knowing the Michael Jackson I knew and grew up with and the Freak Show Michael Jackson of the last 10 years or so. Fame can do some really really strange things to you and you do not get to live a normal life and we do see time and time again the devastating affects it has on folks.
I feel badly for his children, no doubt this is going to be a horrible mess for the and he did do a good job of shielding them from the media. I will say though, I have yet to see on TV today one other famous person who know him personally or from afar that have had one bad thing to say about him.
I just wish his fan truly and honestly understood the pain and suffering that man was going through and that his music and concerts where just part of him, his job, his way of making a living…but certainly not what defined him totally as a person.
P.S. this is a better look than the national geographic one.
I like blue.
Melissa–Thank you.
Catalyst–My original idea was to do a post about Farrah being upstaged by Jackson, but I just didn’t want to take the time to do it.
Beach–Yeah, it is.
MI–It’s complicated, isn’t it? I mean there is no denying that Michael Jackson was at one time a vital force in the world of music. Like him or not, there’s no denying it.
But somehow, he went off track. I mean there was the whole child molesting thing. The skin whitening thing. The Neverland ranch. His fucking nose fell off for the love of God.
Maybe someone should have saved him from himself.
MJ in Heavn: “BRING ON TH CHERUBS!”
I wanna rock with you . .
At Heavns Gate, Peter had been,
Examining Michael Js skin.
And then he steppd back,
Sayin, “Well, you aint black”;
And welcomd th little fuckr in.
Malach–Brilliant!
Joey–Of course you are making an assumption he will get into heavan. Even though he was able to buy himself out of that little child raping incident here on earth, if there is a God, he might have another idea.
I think at one time,I said”Some people are like slinky,s you just want to give them a little push and watch them go down the stairs” MJ missed his push awhile back.
Mongo–Yeah, somebody should have kicked him down those stairs.
A angel told Michael slyly,
“To increase yer chance of entry,
Touch Peter just so.”
But Michael said, “No.
THAT Peter is too old fer me.”
But why the picture of LaToya?
In Heavn,” Saint Peter did say,
“We all get to go our own way.”
So, hastily, Michael,
Hoppd on a bi-cycle,
And cheerfully pedoed away.
MJ thought Heaven fantastic.
Then Peter said in a tone drastic:
“You’re going back, Michael
Up here we recycle
And you’re mostly made outta plastic.”
Bfore Michael Jacksons dissecktion,
His corpse woud get constant protecktion.
Then somones young son,
Took Shift #1,
And witnessd a small resurrecktion.
moooooog–I was debating between a pic of La Toya and Malach. La Toya won out. What can I say?
Joy/Atlas–Damn. You two are good.
Michael Jackson is re-writing his hit song “Billie Jean” from heaven. I haven’t heard the whole song but I hear that it goes something like this….
“Billie Jean is not my lover/
but her son is.”
I realy DONT mind bein calld “Joy.” I mean … thats what its all about, ainit?
I AM feelin a little … ummm … girly tho.
Bwhahahahaha….
Sorry….Joy.
I was just thinking that if Michael Jackson was into Goat instead of kids, would he be singing
“Billy Goat is not my lover…”
But seriously JoEy, Sorry.
Dont evr feel that ya gotta apologize fer werkin yer Joy-shtick, Mikeski.
Shit Joey, at my age it’s a miracle to be working my Joy-shtick!
Get a room, you two.
Fuck you — my suite.
:^)
Atlas–Jealous?
Joey–Damn, you are good.
HT/GT–Is that a good thing?
Joey went out for a swim
And Mike went along on a whim
But the water was chilly
So Joe took his willy
Looked at Mike and dipped into him.
Atlas looked down at his dick
and said, what makes this little thing tick.
He scratched his old head,
and then finally said..
another inch and I’d been a chick.
The reason that Mike moved perplexes
Why is it that he moved to Texas?
Mike must feel great
Knowing he now can date
Other burly men of the same sexes.
I woudnt take from Atlas lyin down, Mike …
… specially if yer lyin on yer stomach.
Atlas once said he liked anal sex
But a thing about it perplexed.
For I never knew
and you probably wondered too
If he wanted to pitch or to catch.
And Atlas is stuck in Ohio
Oh mercy, oh me, oh my-O
There’s not much to be said
For this state full of dread
‘cept that most of the men there are home-o’s
As pitchr, Mike was th decidr:
“Th high hard one, or backdoor slidr?”
And Atlas, th catchr,
Wound up on a stretchr,
His strike-zone a little bit widr.
In general sports metaphores are pathetic
At most, they are merely cosmetic.
Our Atlas, it would seem
has found the man of his dream
and his exploits are mostly olympic.
Sompm that Atlas finds taxin,
Is masculine bikini-waxin.
He damagd his dick,
Patchd it wif plastick,
And calld it, not Johnson, but Jackson.
When it comes to Atlas M. Jackson
His lovers say he’s an attraction
With young men he’s a pro
But what he don’t know
is how he’ll avoid the class-action.
So suddnly things have grown tense,
Wif Atlases roaring si-lence.
Id say hes dfenseless,
Prhaps beatn senseless;
But when has HE evr had sense?
Oh but Joey misses Atlas just so
(he just doesn’t want the world to know)
together, the two make quite a pair
dressed up in their MJ underwear
with absolutely no place to go.
Then Atlas said, “THIS is what vexes:
To figgr what Michael Js sex is!”
“Lets place him,” said Joe,
“Where only FREAKS go.”
And Atlas said, “Ahhh … Conroe, Texas.”
But we all know how Atlas feels about Texas
cause that cowboy prefers his chaps assless.
But what we don’t know for sure
Is if he finally found a cure
for that sore he got from one of his ex-es.
Why is it that Mike’s limericks
Sound like they came from Texas hicks?
He should spend more time
On his meter and rhyme
Instead of just sucking on dicks.
Old Assless it seems is quite pissed
And my poemin’ he’s totally dissed.
But one thing’s for certain
His ass is a-hurtin
from his lover’s love-fist!
Mike’s been in Texas for weeks
And it’s fucked up the way that he speaks.
His throat must be sore
From begging for more
Of that cowboy cock shoved up his cheeks.
Atlas is still lost somewhere in Ohio
which may as well be that moon Io
But old habits die hard
so with poems he bombards
while looking for someone to blow.
“Down on all fours is the best!”
Said Mike as he stripped and undressed
His boyfriend inserted
His dick and Mike blurted
“Hurry up! And shove in the rest!”
All this poemin’ is wearing me out
Like Assless with a new Boy Scout.
So I’m scratching my head
And going to bed
as soon as I rub one out.
Mike could not wait to begin
As he took all of his boyfriend in
His mouth opened wide
As his man came inside
Then Mike swallowed and wiped off his chin.
Yeah – y’know, when I saw that film that’s exactly what I thought too…
Anaglyph–Thank you for breaking the poetry cycle. I needed a break. I’ve been double teamed by Joey and Atlas!
I think I might have done a post about that movie when I first saw it and I commented on it then. I was just too lazy to go back in the archives to find it.
In other news, I feel somewhat responsible for the fact that Polanski and Atlas have now turned into limerick-crazed trolls, and for that I apologize. I should never have bought up limericks in the first place.
I suppose they’d still have found haiku on their own.
Limeric-crazed trolls.
Brilliant.
>>I’ve been double teamed by Joey and Atlas!
You spelled ‘reamed’ wrong.
Golly, fokes! I been ringside mosta th nightski! Am I my fuckrs keepr?
Anaglyph–Sorry, my bad.
Joey–Was that a rhetorical question, because if it wasn’t, then yes you are. We hereby make you responsible for Atlas.
I guess I can live wit that — seein as how Im pretty sure th Revrend jus took responsibility fer th bofe o us.
There aint NOTHIN like th feelin o bein able t do, like, whatevrnaHECK ya want!
(DANG, if things wernt CRACKLIN las nightski, huh?)
Joey–Yeah, apparently he’s feeling bad for what he created. Things were going good though.
Forgot my comment. You are all a bunch of fucked up motherfuckers. And I say that with love.
*hands the guys some lube…surely you need to restock by now…*
Chickie–Wow. That’s exactly how my wife describes me.
HT/GT–We’re real men. We don’t need no lube!
The job of Internet Reverend is surely a cross to bear.
If you’re the Reverend, does that make Joey and Atlas a couple of nuns?
Or would that be nones?
Altar boys, Im afraid.
Or would that be Alter Boy!
Prhaps.
Skin lightening thing? Hell, I thought he had fallen into a vat of Pepsi (well, you should see what it does to a coin…)