Dark Child

Michael Jackson, the rhythmically gifted child star and friend of Liz and Liza (with a Z), who became the biggest pederast/celebrity in the world -- and a pop icon -- only to fall from such glory in a freakish series of boy-scandals, died today, in LA, before his London concerts scheduled for this summer, dying after much awful and beauty-destructive cosmetic surgery, dying before he met me, Contento, dying not far from here, just over those hills and down that road, in a home owed by the mom of one of my players. I don't think he planned on this early demise.
Michael Jackson, though still a pretending to be a child, was fifty (50!) years old.
He is survived by his oddly begotten: children.
Or: Here it as I prefer it, without the cinematics: