Dec 27 2008
Michael Jackson is Beautiful
I slept for a hundred hours. I remember only one dream. I worked at a sprawling, decaying, excessive, country estate, which began in floors and floors of hardwoods and gold, and ended in a tall-grass meadow planted in pines. It was summertime. I was camping in one of the meadows, and I saw Michael Jackson there. I saw Michael Jackson, and I thought, “Hey- you don’t look so bad in person!” in fact, he was beautiful. In fact, he looked like me. Wait a minute- were we related? Looking at him in my dream, I was convinced, suddenly, that we were related. He told me that I’d been camping behind his sister Janet’s house. Or maybe it was Latoya.
Amazing.
