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It's Time For A Michael Jackson Fan Token
Michael Jackson was a pioneer. An innovator. He changed what music was with his first solo album Off the Wall. He also changed the whole landscape of music videos with Thriller. His live shows are to be emulated in many aspects innovativeness being key. They still offer more excitement than what the best entertainers are putting out today 1, 2 to 3 decades after they were done. Even the scenes to the preparations of his ill-fated comeback shows are more exciting than what the best performer did in 2021. One can only imagine what he would do with what the latest technology can offer today!
If you would like to get me a gift, please consider the colour purple. Well, I'll accept gifts in any colour of course. I'd be excited about gifts in shades of pink. I'll happily accept red too. But a gift in purple goes deep to the deepest part of my heart. It's my favourite colour. And I'll tell you why. It's all because of one tree.
Who Am I?
My mother died two months ago. She was 74. Her last days were pure heartbreak even for me a person that had blocked all feelings for her. Alzheimer's had made her even forget her name. There were so many things I would have wanted to ask her, clear some up, get some closure or finally get to know who she really was. But life did not give me that opportunity.
My Letter Finally Arrived!
I know what you must be thinking. What's up with this girl? But let me let you in on a secret. My letter finally arrived! It's three years since it should have and I still don't understand why it was delayed, but at least it came. It's official! I am going to chase my dream!
The Cryptoverse For You!
--- The bear run No! no! no! This was not happening. Not again! I lifted the pillow on my side. It was not there. I threw the bedsheets away. It was not there. I searched in the drawers. It was not there. I looked under the bed. It was not there!
I don't know about you, but fathers are supposed to be heroes for their sons. That's how it is I guess. And my father is my hero. Not in the way fathers are for their sons but in his own way. My father taught me many lessons. Also, not in the way that many fathers teach their sons. But in his own way. He didn't teach me by being there, he taught me by not being there. My father didn't teach me how to. He taught me how not to.