Woke up this morning to the radio...

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and the news about Michael Jackson.

I can never work out what happens with this stuff. Felt weird when Elvis died, couldn't believe it when Lennon was murdered, or when Diana hit the kerb, though I wasn't a fan of any of them really. This feels weird too. I was so small watching the Jackson 5, even the cartoon show...I remember this kid strutting around singing ABC...easy as 1,2,3... all smiles and twinkling eyes. There was something macabre about watching his later progress in plastic. But I still feel all soft and weeny when I hear One day in your life.

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It took a while to register as it was the radio that was serving as the alarm this morning. I came to very gradually and first off thought it was a hoax and that a rabbit called Michael Jackson had died, not the man. Safe to say I think reality and dreaming/semi-consciousness worked together in a manner that's not quite right!

I still don't know where the rabbit came from.

Such a shame he turned into such a strange creature - overshadows the good stuff he did when he was younger.