I won't light internet candles made of parenthesis, stars and commas!

When in 1991 Freddie Mercury died- I was 7 years old and I cried like a beaver
Watched bits and pieces of Queen’s work. ALL weekend long. That was something.
Song after song. Two damn days. Like a memorial service.
Throughout my entire childhood I was a full of zeal worshiper of Freddie and Queen.

Michale Jackson, I worshiped as passionately, though it was love, a tad bashful, shameful I would say.
Reason of State: the genre of pursued music.
I loved Michael passionately and as a 8 year wanted to to make out with him.
I used to write letters to myself, “from the future”
And in each I would always ask,
“Asia, do you know how to dance, Michael Jackson style?

No. Asia did not learn . And she wont.
I am 25 years old, and Michael just died.

I never...

...Everyone wants something, everyone expects a decision
...I never promised anything, and I wont promise a damn thing now.
...You cannot start loving people who once nourished your life with lies and pain.
...You can only try to live in peace with them, and malt the track once you decide to leave.
...Is kind of like -hmmmm- what's a good way of saying it???- someone cut your hands off, later was angry and disappointed that you couldn't serve them the coffee they asked for
...my hair is growing, sometimes I can feel it, when I close my eyes
...And of course, the amount of milk chocolate subsides at the local store when I need it most, in the parallel world; like every-other month dispatch from a different, parallel reality
...call it a lesson of humility
...call it a "Life exhilaration" lesson
...I, today, call it motherfucking unfair !!!!!!