mask of life, feeling insane.

yesterday as the world was finding out about michale jacksons death i was in the first sun of june in brookline and a line of cars drove slowly down harvard ave windows down blaring thriller.it was chilling and beautiful. people loved him so much. and who cares what he did or didnt do...
...he did this:

i always picked the creepy songs to love when i was a kid. i remember loving this, dancing to it in my room, wondering what the KGB was...
rip mj.