R.I.P Michael Jackson

[Mr.Cheezle]

I dreamt that night... I dreamt of a dove soaring high above a man named Michael. The dove led me to a open wilderness and within this wilderness was tombstone. On the tombstone was a symbol of a woolly mammoth, which meant he did not die in vain. His death was to save the souls of the mammoths that will one day pass over the moon to hit the 13 cycle of the wheel of love. He awakened me, only to tell me Good things will come of this.