Defamer
While browsing for a picture to accompany a post about Michael Jackson's recent comeback attempt at the World Music Awards (he had stagefright, his voice cracked during the chorus of "We Are The World," and other snoozeworthy events) we stumbled upon this photograph of the singer entering the arena, promptly causing our inner child to thoroughly soil its Captain Eo Underoos. Of course, our first instinct, after having ensured that the image had not literally reached down into our throats and stolen the wind out of our lungs, was to blow it up and share it with all of you. Sleep tight, little ones, trying your best not to think of the alabaster-skinned, nubbin-nosed bogeyman, who may or may not close in to seal your doom as you slumber.
Bonus link: Read about how Jackson almost was cast in a Mary Poppins sequel!
[Photo: Getty Images]
- Michael Jackson thrills no one in 'comeback' [CNN/Reuters]
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On the one hand - and to my mild surprise - that pictures hurts my heart.
However, I'm also madly trying to figure out which Lovecraft story I'm most reminded of.
"The Thing on the Doorstep," the one where the horribly decomposed and loathesomely reanimated corpse actually disintegrates while delivering a message from beyond the grave.
Defamer, I have never needed a unicorn chaser more than at this very moment.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, that be scary.
I so loved Michael when he was black. Now it's like...he's just, just...Tito, I need a tissue!
That picture looks like a screen cap from a Chris Cunninham music video. Disturbing, to say the least.
For your reading pleasure: The Thing on the Doorstep.
There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences...
The butler, tougher-fibred than I, did not faint at what met him in the hall in the morning. Instead, he telephoned the police. When they came I had been taken upstairs to bed, but the - other mass - lay where it had collapsed in the night. The men put handkerchiefs to their noses.
What they finally found inside Edward's oddly-assorted clothes was mostly liquescent horror. There were bones, to - and a crushed-in skull.
Cripes, Raincoaster!! There goes my night of sleep. Out the window like the Ambian butterfly in reverse.
Cripes, Raincoaster! There goes my night of sleep. Out the window like the Ambian butterfly in reverse.
Obviously, no longer a double post virgin.
What causes this?
It is the interference of Nyarlathotep. He works for Denton too!
It's really sad that Tyra Banks has better wigs than the King of Pop. Naomi, not so much.
I'm trying to remember when he was human.
He was black at one time, right? I'm not making that up......
How did he become the color of evil? Did they have to use a sandblaster?
My first thought was of George Romero's "Night of the Living Dead."
What's amazing is he's actually looking straight ahead. His face is just sagging down to where his neck should be.
I cannot even image how much pain someone has to have inside their soul to continuously inflict that much physical damage on themself, year after year.
We are watching a man very slowly and very tortuously kill himself.
This is a tragedy.
I tried to click but it just went to the new Harry Potter (Voldemort) poster.
I think.
WoW. That's just an incredible shot. What a week of Freak-a-zoid news. OJ/Michael/Tornados in DC/Voodoo curses on Bush. Friday is going to bring something big. I can feel it.
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