I forgot something;
I wish Michael Jackson was alive again so I could use the heaven machine to go back in time to when he was that ugly little rodent in the Jackson 5 and break his neck, using his fucking afro as a grip.
Haha.
And she dreams she's dancing,
Around and around,
Without any cares.
And her very first love,
Is holding her close.
And the soft wind is blowing her hair.
(Real musical geniuses = Rascal Flatts. 'Beat It' sucks Jermaine's dick)
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