I also find it hilarious that on Facebook, everybody born before 1984 has some kind of homage to Michael.
Everybody born after doesn't even realize he's dead. Y'all ain't nothin' but babies, nahm sayn. Rekhanize greatness.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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