This not rock 'n' fuckin' roll. So many artists before her have sustained worse injuries than her on stage. Her music is a disgrace, and certainly NOT rock'n'roll. Her face is damn ugly. Put them shades back on.
It's all about your image, isn't it, Perez? Hours before his death, you were making snide comments about the need to return tickets to his concert because he would be a no-show. And now it's 'heart-breaking'?
You know what, it's actually people like YOU in the media that drove him to take painkillers, because he could not deal with the scrutiny and horrible, untrue accusations.
Michael was a sensitive, kind soul that could not bear the burden of the uncaring and superficial comments made by negative people like you, Perez.
Stop trying to protect your own image, because we already know what you are.
We already miss you dearly and will forever remain in our memories as one of the greatest musical geniuses of our time.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. - W.H. Auden, Stop All the Clocks
Her face is damn ugly. Put them shades back on.
It's all about your image, isn't it, Perez? Hours before his death, you were making snide comments about the need to return tickets to his concert because he would be a no-show. And now it's 'heart-breaking'?
You know what, it's actually people like YOU in the media that drove him to take painkillers, because he could not deal with the scrutiny and horrible, untrue accusations.
Michael was a sensitive, kind soul that could not bear the burden of the uncaring and superficial comments made by negative people like you, Perez.
Stop trying to protect your own image, because we already know what you are.
We already miss you dearly and will forever remain in our memories as one of the greatest musical geniuses of our time.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H. Auden, Stop All the Clocks