With a penchant for Virgoan precision and perfection mixed with the sensitive, otherwordly verve of his Piscean moon, Michael Jackson was truly a stranger in a foreign land. He never really felt at home in the “real world,” instead choosing to carve out his own version of Never Land where everyone was friendly and all things were beautiful, magical and unreal. Reality was so….boring. Too boring for this musical genius. Thanks to Michael, God is now a moonwalker. The legend of the King of Pop lives forever in his music.
I used to wonder how he’d make the sidewalk light up like that! It’s because he walked on the moon. He he.