I used to suspect that Michael Jackson was really an alien.
I love his advice to artists . . . You gotta let it simmer.
How to Feel Whole in a Broken World: An Astronaut’s Antidote to Despair
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Once our basic physical needs for sustenance and shelter are met, most of
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It's occurred to me that Michael Jackson's life and career might be put forward to account for evidence of "missing mass" in the orbital velocities of galaxies in clusters.
The distance from there to here is impossible to compute without postulating the existence of something along the lines of ... what would it be called? bleached dark matter?
No clue what to call it/him/but I love watching him. No two ways about it. I love Michael Jackson, Elvis, Leonard Cohen, and Laurie Anderson . . .
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