A crazy typed up channelling… thing with Michael Jackson and then some

What they say, to me now, is that they are aware of EVERYTHING apart from my name and my location and other identifiable information which is held back probably by our own higher consciousness to make sure we don’t spoil our own surprise of finally meeting each other. We are likely to have different conversations at times, in fact, we know we go into different tangents of the same conversation sometimes, our trigger to drift off is the attempt to share identifiable information, but that might not be the same for everybody. We have only ever heard of one possible event that it would have been possible for two people who have never met before to consciously come together on the basis of telepathic agreement, but we just heard from HIM that although he gave her the knowledge of his whereabouts so she could make it there, he wasn’t consciously aware that  he “had a date” in case that is what you are asking. She was unaware of this and had no idea he didn’t know, but the fantasy remained the same nonetheless – he is/was one of our biggest superstars in human history, a legend like no other; Michael Jackson, and she was his fan, but knowing how difficult it is to say sometimes who is what to whom… “I was interested, of course, in her, in that way – she is a beautiful lady and I was an awkward romantic drawn to mysticism, of course, I had to know if the sparks would fly… They didn’t, by memory, considering I never met her again, I don’t think, before I passed the way which seems impossible now… I cannot even imagine life as him anymore… I have moved on to new adventures now… But what a ride it was! I want to say something awe-striking about my life now, but I am lost for words about the fact Sebby is telling me to keep to the topic, considering how much she waffles on about her own stuff, so here it goes, she gave me the green light: I might get another topic for my own revelations as of late if I go on for long enough. Thank you, for long ENOUGH! So here it goes:

I am Michael Jackson and this is my mind talking from beyond the grave. I have no intention to put anyone down or anything, or put Sebastyne in the awkward position of telling this to you from her own perspective, but let’s put it this way; this is what I am telling her to write, and this is her experience: of all this time when psychics of all descriptions have been trying to channel me and ask me if I’m alright or not, I suspect a lot of them … I am not alr.. who said that? No, I am FIIINE, I am alright, fine as day light on a summer’s day, but there you go, what a medium – meaning the method of communication ‘telepathy’ if you can call it that considering one of us is dead, (and you don’t have to say which one) I am the dead one, I am it! I died! I kicked the bucket and am pushing up daisies! OK, /end juvinile chit chat, let me tell you something important… Wait a minute what was I saying? Oh right, I am Michael Jackson… No, actually it won’t mean a God damned thing if I tell them that, it all just makes you seem like more a freud, I can see that now, so fuck it. I’m me, and you’re you and that’s all there is to it. I am writing this free form, all that I think of is coming through through the keyboard, fuck me rotten, … “Computer” isn’t technically correct, becuase it is not the computer that is channelling me but her, the technology hasn’t gotten that advanced yet, grammatical errors, thank you, we keep each other in check here! I am … *laughs* I have changed so much over the years of DEATH! I FUCKING LOVE BEING DEAD BY THE WAY; A LOT MORE THAN STAYING ALIVE, life was CONFUSING! I had no means of telling which way was up in that life time, now I look back at people watching videos of me and I GRINGE! It’s like reviewing one’s own PERFORMANCE lacking a better word, as in accuracy in execution rather than pretence, that’s ok enough I guess for the Young Soul* out there who think all life’s a show, as much as my life was show business, it was all real, from the bottom of my heart I was all there, into it, with you all (now I’m starting to sound like me, Sebastyne points out!) I am me, I am just so OK it’s not… wow, loss of words, what else is new! Did you ever catch me saying “just give me a ‘hug’ or something, what was that video where I was coming onto this blonde woman in a limo? Fuuuck and they said I was into little boys … which I was, kinda, but never really acted on it, tried to keep myself in check at least, I am sure the limits of appropriateness may have been breached, but I am sure I wasn’t as much of a monster than what I have been given the… *moment of reflection* do I HAVE TO keep on talking about that molestation stuff? I am so over it, whatever it was, I am so over it! I am starting to like this woman letting me finally have a say, but yeah, I guess it’s still on people’s mind what actually happened with those kids… I am FUCKING KID… (I have learned to swear post mortem, funny that. Spiritual fo…. fuck… Do you know why I was so into gangstas, by the way? My previous life with Axl Fucking Rose sitting by watching Cool Ol’ Jacko doing his business in a camel suit and a pair of sunnies, being all bootleg-selling awesomeness booze, that is, not music, I was selling booze for the little nigs during the prohibition, fuck that nigga Rose wanted to kill me with his eyes in this lifetime, I was like a hero to him back in the day but now… then, I mean as Jackson, I was such a little twerp myself, the boy that never grew up. There’s been some speculation that I might be somehow the inspiration of the Boogeyman or Peter Pan, too, which is obvious why… THOSE TWO would be my creations somehow, do you know what I mean? Maybe some psychic … aren’t they all psychic to some extent, fiction writers? Sebastyne intercepts… Yeah I like this, free flowing, I don’t know anything about psychic channeling but to me this would seem like the real deal, and it is important people believe what I say is real *sounding haughty and exaggeratingly important* I am such a clown… Yeah calm down, what would I actually say if I had the opportunity to address all of the world’s audience like here, now to, at least 2 or 3 people who might be reading this! LOL! I didn’t know that was the actual number at this stage! LOL you’re sad! 😀 Oh fuck take it out! not gonna happen, oh no, not exactly a secret, I see and how are you going to make yourself seem .. AH, not seem, I a…she is what she is; a beginner. … A good fucking good, ah right, you have your reasons to be OK with it, FINALLY, right, I KNOW; she’s been trying to beat her chest for years now and pretend to be bigger than she is but now that she ACTUALLY IS BIG, the numbers don’t matter so much and she is in much better position to explain THE PROCESS of actually FINISHING STUFF before publishing it half-done.. yeah let’s leave that topic to another time as I am the topic of discussion here *laughs* I was always the topic of discussion when I was… ANYWHERE! 😀 *Stops to laugh* Oh MAAAN what a lifetime of weird people surrounding me the weirdest… You’re right, I am not sure if I was that weird or if I was just being pushed into a very tight the Young Soul* style mold of a super-achiever and I simply fucking went mad, didn’t I? I am actually a really cool dude, tell you what, I hate to tell this to you post mortem, but I was actually more *remember to capitalize all letters here, the fans will pay attention, the REAL FANS, you kn… oh YOU would have known it has to be written BAD not Bad…. Well, yeah, maybe I would not have remembered to, I don’t know… B.A.D. BAD! LOL, no, you wouldn’t have known to do that if I hadn’t told you. So yeah, I need you all to know that the MOST AUTHENTIC MICHAEL JACKSON SONG PLUS VIDEO is NOWHERE NEAR the Earth-hugging stuff (which I loved) but B.A.D. BAD! BAD BAD BAD, You know I’m BAD! You know that, don’t you? nO LOVE that! You were thinking you love that song SOOO MUCH, she says she loved that song sooo much – still do, obviously: Sebastyne says I am the only PERSON not only super star or a star, but A PERSON in this world who survived the 80’s looking hot to this day! LOL LOL LOL!! I cracked up so bad! I LOVE THAT! I paid the price later, didn’t I?! I paid so bad later on! Oh my God I had… I have to tell you about that mouth of mine and the chin, the mouth and the chin were my big fucking problems, I simply HAVE TO SAY I LOVE THAT SHE’S JUST LETTING IT FLOW FINALLY!! I am loving this (Joana Branco intercepted – tell me if you want your name … no leave it, let’s live dangerously, I’ll let you know if I need it removed, it’s not like I’m famous or anything…) Loving it we are… So… how about some paragraph breaks for the chin?

My little massive chin chin chin… what band…? Enouf’s Enough or something? LOL I have to put that in, I have no idea who these guys are… Are they dead? Like the band’s dead? Doesn’t matter, so am I, yeah, look it up (I’m going power crazy here!) Nah, not goin’ to happen, they miss out, they should have made sure they’re more famous before they go and dead the band! I LOVE IT! Tell me if you know the band, I huff and puff and I blow your house in, don’t break a hair of my little chin-chin, that’s right, that’s why it’s so difficult to search for without the name of the band, the only lyric you remember is a tonality of the song and a text from a story and a vague memory of a swedish band with a nuff’s nuff -type of a name… Hmm. Interesting, sounds like a radio host competition: “I don’t know who they were, can someone call in the name of the band and the song and we’ll play it for you right after these COMMERCIAL messages” the host would emphasise the “commercial” in a condecending tone to make sure everyone understands they HAD TO sell out, it’s not like they WANT TO make money out of what they are doing, but they simply HAAAAAD TO make a deal with the devil in order to keep doing what they are doing and all that, you know the drill, all BLODY HELL, YOU DON’T HAVE A BAD MEMORY YOU HAVE A SHIT MEMORY AND YOU KNOW IT SO WELL YOU!! And she knows she has no Q-tips in the … Ah, LOL, oh no, let’s not jump down that rabbit hole again, can we please get back to the topic of your chin now, please?! 😀 I’m hysteric, no, FEMALE HYSTERIC?! No! Gay boy hysteric, oh no, there we go again, well perh… fuck does it  matter, gay straight it’s not like I ever got really laid, right, everyone knows that! No harm done, no cunts nor assholes were harmed in the making of the Legend of Michael Jackson!! OH MY GOD MY ESTATE WOULD FUCKING KILL YOU IF THEY SAW THIS ONLINE, EVER! Oh God it’s good you’re both routhless and broke so they can’t touch  you anyway – AND safe in Australia, MUM,… Is my mum still alive MOM we spell it, not MUM, geesh, well anyway… Yeah, ESTATE; please make sure you understand Australian law is a lot more relaxed than ours, no point suing… The.. Ok. NOW I am CERTAIN I have been permanently ruined in this lewd company I’ve been keeping since DECEMBER – OH honey, it’s our anniversary soon, isn’t it! It was… Was it even Christmas night? 25th of… Yeah exactly the year of 2012, I’d imagine? NIIIN olikin! you still had to pretend to be married… or not divorcing your ex at the time and he was… Sleeping on the… No right, not in yet, but he was going to sleep in the same room so you don’t upset his parents that’s right, there was that talk going on and  you had ME on your headphones for Christmas?! What the fucks’ wrong with you anyway? You don’t play pop on christmas! You play CHRISTMAS CAROLS; you know how they have the word… LOL OK and double OK, the Aussies don’t know about good christmas SONGS, because you like christmas SPIRITUAL not freaking MERRY AND JOLLY but calm and peaceful… They do?! Where in the world do they say “peaceful christmas!” instead of merry or jolly?! WOW I Would have looooved that! Oh fuck of course, the SANTA LAND! Santa Claus lives in Finland, it seems he has a few houses around the world but I’d take that to be the right place for him, given how far up north it is, but hell, how will we ever… HE DIED TOO?! LOL fuck no, you can’t say that just befor…! Oh my god that is funny! They had a guy playing the role of Father Christmas, Joulupukki in Finland for so many years a lot of kids associated this is including YOU! (Kinda, I loved him as Santa, he made a great Santa…) So his ACTUAL ALL YEAR ROUND JOB was to play Santa at Joulumaa resort? Wow, that was awesome (Not all year round but it would have been a killer job if I had, but mostly during SUMMER months and the winter months so no wonder they’d think I was always there – other times I was making presents, of course! Now this is special, it is Father Christmas himself getting into the conversation, this is what this place is like here, we have broken all barriers, there are some royalties talking SHIT on here, we don’t want to desigrade any specific royal names… asses I was going to say – you know how the moment comes when the nerdy kid has finally made some REAL FRIENDS and he’s all “you look at me, I’m cool, I am cool, I talk shit with these kids, I’m soooooo shit hot right now!” Right, let’s leave that, you know I might come off a bit more show offy and hyper than I have ever been in life but hell, such is li… I was going to say, but such is DEATH. Such is death – ridiculous: and my favorite saying I keep hearing a lot here: “Oh well, Jackson might be dead, but which one of us isn’t? We’ve all died a million deaths before, and death, to us, is about as serious as a bad case of flu these days!” FUCK ME that is cool *intercepted an unknown spirit from the left side of things *we all know what that means, someone a little LEFT OF THE BORDER! Oh good grief – you are right, copy pasting must be done, the word count for my absolute…! TIRADE OF NONESENSE! Could we keep to the t… You DO?! You actually want me to TALK ABOUT ME for realz! Oh god… Calm… Someone’s been a bit bottled up like a Genie lately – oh wouldn’t you know it, you don’t like dead blokes, do you? Strong preference towards the CURRRENTLY ALIVE! Oh fuck, Jimmy and I are screwed… No you don’t call him Jimmy or Jimbo, fuck NEVER JIMBO! Brilliant, just fucking brilliant, she named her lizard after me and called him JIMBO! HAhahah fuck me rotten *this is Jim Morrison by the way – she said you know you’re famous when you only need to say “Jim” and everyone knowswhich Jim we’re talking about but… Oh and there we go. Lost the thought. Oh well. It was just Jim Morrison saying hi and yeah, that’s the one, but we’ll talk about that in MY thread, but it might never happen (thread?) wow, words… Post? Article, right? Forum-related thread… Thread of conversation on a written format on an online website… Fuck they say HALF OF US… MORE THAN Half of us wouldn’t know the definition of “a thread” in that context or in other context but the traditional… Anyway. Yes. This is all going to be very important…. LOL OH MY GOD; I KNOW; the poor psychics who have to be SOOOOO RESPECTFUL OF US DEAD with their candles and hypnotic movements… Oh shit, I know, my ex wife Geesh! LoL no… Names are still very iffy GLORIA. Look it up! Patricia Kennealy-Morrison! Jen: well, considering I get the names usually COMPLETELY wacked up, Gloria compared to Patricia is a pretty decent result for me! 😀 LOL, I know right, sometimes admitting to a flaw makes one SEEM more honest, oh fuck me the Young Soul* and the Ravens*, now I’m off, I’ll wait for my own moment in the Radio Universe. (And we all sound exactly alike these days, given how friends *sic* get when they hang out together for  too long, they all morph into the same True Emotion Mirror or EXACT to be exact.Specific. Handing the mike back to Mike Jackson! Fuck…. I will never do this again… Mike to Mike from… Fuck me… JIMBO!! On the notion that Michael was never called Mike, either, for the same exact reason as I was never called Jimbo, VOMIT! LOl, her ex father in law WAS IS called Jimbo! LOL what a series of coincidences there too – a string of unrecorded ‘hits’ by visiting Patricia’s WikiPedia – I have to admit I am SO clued in on this new tech vocab that nobody would believe I am, too Jim, and Mike is also Mike, and we’ll ruin this all for everybody who is into purple scarfs and flowered gipsy scarfs… *some stuff brutally censored to protect the icky and the innocent* and from the ‘accused’ quite justifiably: I maybe icky, but you are rotting underground and that makes me THE WINNER! That would be true, that would be true *Jim finishes off chivalrously, uncharasteristic as it was – you (all) make me a better man!* *reads back what was just said and decides that is not true at all*)

OK. let’s cut this female hysteria state and let’s talk like men for a moment… *ooooo —- speechless* A witty comment was COMING but let’s blame this on the language barrier that is an interesting consept in itself – curiously this tirade was originally added to a post about telepathy between soulmates, so there might be something to be added… Not. Very unusual little kink. Irrelevant for most people. True that… Mike to The Mike, please talk like a man… walk like a man…

That has never happened in my life, walking like a man, that is, I was mainly walking like I was dodging a bullet or seeking cover from the rain, really! (Men can do that – Jim says) They can. Not all the time though. Just when it rains. Jim: well, hopefully. Michael: Yes well therein lies the problem, I was covering as if the flash lights wouldn’t catch as much of me that way – like covering oneself fromt he rain : Jim. Oh so you too got that popularity rain shower on you constantly. Michael: Jim… *how shall I put this to emphasise the sheer VOLUME of this joke that I am about to say, and it is funny as it is true – I think -* Jim… Son, let me tell you. Doors. Elvis, the King… Small time compared to me! Jim: Are you serious?! Who is this guy? Now, I WANT TO SEE What he’s done to upstage the Great Jim Morrison – looks at Sebastyne doubtfully: Are you serious? this guy was bigger than the Doors – bigger than ME?! Sebastyne: Arguably, yes… Most likely. Quite surely, even. I haven’t got the numbers, but he needed a new classification for “a star”. A super star was no longer big enough, they called him and his kid – there’s another… maybe Madonna, right, a girl, beaten by a girl, who needed to go by the definition megastar just to give an impression of how HUGE they were/are… Jim:ANd this Madonna? Ah, right. Not a question if you are a fan, but how big of a fan you are, a little something that is most likely MORE true with Michael, still. Right… Madonna… I shudder to ask, right, no problem, and you’re A FAN?! She decimated (I pray that’s remotely the right spelling) a religious icon and I know this was a near and dear to  you… Sebastyne admits Jim’s  not wrong, as a teen I had a small issue with her choice of name, and the Catholic church, I think kicked her out of the chu… Jim: Can they do that? I mean she’s a God’s child? the Pope: “who masturbates herself in front of a live audience” Jim: JESUS… I mean… What has this world come to, me… you know, pope, I couldn’t (who and how the fuck these peopl… pardon me your holiness, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! *Meltdown* Right… *pausing*

Jim: For the love of fuck, more like it… She DID?! Madonna: And I bet you forgot I did that already *refers to something I refuse to speak of here… Sebastyne: Doesn’t count when it’s you! 😉 Madonna: LOL, no I don’t reacon it does!! (Poor editing, that was stupid funny in real time.)

Jim: I am mortified. They jailed me for sticking my hand in my pants back in the day. True though. Someone had to break the pant button barrier first. I did that. I stuck my hand in my pants, pope. Pope: Something to be proud of I am sure. *pinches his nose in despair (you know the gesture?)* being painfully aware that the final days of the church are upon us… for better or worse*.

Jim answers my unthought thought: This DOES seem like a script to a play … fuck me, you know what, I wasn’t sure if that could happen, being channeled a story by the characters themselves, but yes, that could happen. This totally sounds like a ch… play. George Bernard Shaw: I didn’t know I was a psychic but it looks possible I was. (Makes one doubt one’s talent as a writer, though, just as Sebastyne apologized to us writers before, considering she’s a writer, too, so she knows how important it is to think oneself as the source of the story, but I guess we simply describe the events that take place in our minds… I guess that’s something.) Sebastyne: this is the EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE (without writing it all down). Guess why I don’t take medication for my “Skitsofrenia”?

*Stunned silence* (You know the voice when someone near whispers a stunning realization while simultaneously seems to be pulling the words back in:) “We HONESTLY DID NOT KNOW THIS IS WHAT / HOW YOU TALK when we don’t hear you, are you serious?” Sebastyne: A bit hyper, but otherwise, yeah. Normally a bit more relaxed but hilarious, still. MISSGUIDES: “See. She HAS TO write everything down or we won’t hear it. We had no idea. We thought… (they just showed up; non-finished sentence upon noticing they all know what we’ve been talking about for 5 years).” Spirit guides continue after a pause: “See, we think we represent your blog audience. Whenever we are NOT TOLD SOMETHING, WE DON’T KNOW and you SOUND LIKE A FUCKING LUNATIC TRYING TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEWHAT SANE STILL!!!” Sebastyne: For once, I am not objecting. Guides: LOL. That’s a first. Truthfully… this is AWESOME, we thought you finally *Sebastyne gets insulted by what’s to follow* had a BREAK THROUGH to what you wanted: Geesh, now write this, WORD FOR FUCKING WORD or I SWEAR TO GOD!!!

Guides: “We thought she was making this shit up! From start to finish, all of it… well, not all of it, there was us, of course, and there was the few real… Fucking jesus it’s Johnny Fucking Depp and nobody else, we simply thought … I mean, it really is him! I can see him now, and I am gutted! Like I got a kick in the gut… Now… THIS is what’s going to happen. People will think you are full of shit, just like we did, and then, you march these guys out one day and you’re like “whaat? they were here all along, didn’t I tell you this?” and then you get to live this all over again! Sebastyne: Hopefully I don’t have to be ‘talking shit’ for as long as I’ve been with you. Guide rep: Finally we agree!!! *Johnny laughs* Sebastyne: Johnny has the most darling laugh! Johnny: A darling laugh? Sebastyne: Exactly the right expression.

Guides: Now we see how this happens. Slowed down, right, yes, we got instantly … Virgin: I have seen them before *just saying* and I know what effect she has on men, this was no surprise to me, but I’ve SEEN it. It’s crazy. Jen: *stays silent, for once*. We had some INCREDIBLE fights over this… You have no idea… And I didn’t really know they CAN’T HEAR THEM… I thought they simply thought I am imagining them, like conjuring them up from my imagination Guides: But she’s not… She fucking cannot be that good with imagination – and we thought they were… Yeah, I cannot explain, it was like you said about us, that you can only hear one female wor Sebastyne just realized what that must have sounded like! Guides: would you have told us we’re imagining it *already admitted she would have* Sebastyne: Yeah, I would have, if that’s what you heard, I would have told me I’m draming, too. And I don’t want to fucking make up with you for that! 😀 LOL Guides: but you have to agree we had a point. Sebastyne: Grant you that. I’ve spent half of the million and some words Jim: For the love of God. A million words…? I must get me a new type writer. Lol it’s the computer isn’t it, tell me it’s just the computer. Sebastyne: It isn’t, Jim, it’s my superior brain. Jim: It is true. I don’t like that, and not because she’s right, she dropped offline from us, she just wrote that like into a play, again. Interesting. Carry on: Sebastyne: As I was saying, I’ve spent half of the million plus words that I’ve written so far, that would come to what 17 full-length books, so out of those 17 books, I’ve written 8 or something just about “you’re dreaming” and “how do you know you’re imagining it”, so yeah, I would have said the same if I had heard THEM as you hear them.

Guide rep: Just in time for Christmas, just as she said this morning. Fuuuuk. *this post and blog DOES contain some strong language and adult themes, I must say*

Jimbo-father-in-law: truuuly.

Guide rep, a bit… gasped: we’ve been acting… like bitches… No WONDER we have had some… *caugh* issues lately!

my mum: Aivan hirveetä. (Absolutely awful!) Kyllä, nyt mäkin nään ne. (Yes, now I can see them, too. Alive, clear as day. No problems.)

Dad: I could always see them. Can you see X, *calls my mum by her name but won’t let me use it for now*?

Aunt (mum’s eldest sis): No joo mut.. JOoo. *Sees him, but doesn’t recognize him* the reason why my dad asked, was because they had the STRONGEST of INSTANT recognitions like they had known each other forever: Dad: war buddies from the second world war, by gut feeling. I don’t know, but that’s what I feel like, a war, like I had served real close to this guy and put my life willingly, completely trusting into his hands knowing he’ll never fail me. X: Wow. Dad: and he didn’t. The best man ever. X: Cannot look at him *too emotional*. Brilliant. I don’t want to know I’m being talked about. Blank out my name, you know the drill, tell me later, I don’t want anyone to tweak me to the fact I’m going to get smacked right across the face with this when I least expect it, and it’ll be awesome. See SOME of us don’t swear still. I am all class. All X class. *His humour* X: You see. I trusted my girl into his hands, as he trusted his life in mine. Why the… technically I know that to be true, but I don’t want to feel the feeling now, because it’s too much, so I’ll just macho my way out of it. All good. I know the feeling is there, but I’m going to do Jen’s “I don’t want to talk about his crucifixion the way that I felt it, I don’t want the pain, so I’ll just go “when X was crucified, so like he’s dead and…” like it was NOTHING. Now I know how that works – or maybe I always did. I did. Yeah, I did. I know everything. *grins tiredly and winks the eye* Everyone is super tired. Gutted even. (What if it will be Christmas? Who will it be?)

Wondering why it doesn’t matter I might not publish this, that it is enough it’s been written/recorded, and the Guides… release the hold a bit more… Every time. Makes no real sense… Guides: yet. Jen will figure it *in an uncharistically trusting and proud tone* LOL.

Michael: turn in. (as in go to bed, Jen,  probably the most Michael expression so far in this conversation, I would have never used that phrase) Michael, horrified: why not? Haven’t you ever heard it… you must have you understood it. My mother always said it that way; turn in now, boys. My mother will confirm this one day… I hope. If she’s still alive. Jen: I honestly don’t know if she is. I think she is. His mum: yes I am, and yes I did, but it probably has to come from me personally, in the hefty flesh that I currently occupy *laughs*. Michael: Can you check? I feel oddly jealous of them old folks still soldiering on while I’ve been dead for so long… *Cries out* Don’t ask, you know what happened, YOU KNOW BETTER THAN ANYBODY what happened. Sebastyne: sorry, random thought. Michael: Yeah, nothing. Just a random inquiry to the state of my mind on the *fateful night* of my passing. Sebastyne laughs, thinks ‘fateful night’ was a joke. Michael: yeah you’re right, it was a bit OVERLY DRAMATIC? A man DIED! A MAAAAN DIED! If that is not fateful, then what the hell is?! *laughs again* Someone (generic Anton) looking at me correcting spelling errors from ‘faithful’ to ‘fateful’: yeah best leave the spelling to the professionals.

I’m too tired, and Michael already told me to turn in, so I will. The reason why I said I’d never use it, just because it’s not a phrase I’m accustomed to using, it sounds really relaxing and beautiful, actually, so it wasn’t criticism, Michael, just a note that this was one expression I haven’t managed to FUCK UP for Michael.

Damned I’m tired.

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