Worst Michael Jackson Single



They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky
 
I was just refreshing my memory with Wikipedia. One of the books I read about serial killers a long time ago talked about something called Serial Killer Syndrome. It laid out the circumstances of most serial killers - traumatic head injury and severe child abuse were 2 very strong indicators and found in most serial killers. There are like 5 phases they go thru before they actually get to the kill, things like identifying the prey - contacting the prey - getting the prey into a situation where it's trapped and scared, they feed off the fear -assaulting the prey - killing the prey. So, for some they would get addicted to this like a drug and think about it all the time. This is when they get sloppy and caught, when they start to spiral out of control because the need overides the caution. So I just kind of wondered how you go from yeah I raped and decapitated someone to just regular conversation.
oh yeah. well, i guess during the height of their killing spree it might be a bit different. i dont know how he was for conversation at that time, probably not great. he was really dirty too, apparently. by the time i started writing him he had been in prison for many years. it's weird because when i see pictures of him when he was young, before he started his killing spree, i instinctively think: this is him when he was good, when he wouldnt have hurt anyone. even though he DID. but i think he had both potentialities in him, like everyone else.
 
oh yeah. well, i guess during the height of their killing spree it might be a bit different. i dont know how he was for conversation at that time, probably not great. he was really dirty too, apparently. by the time i started writing him he had been in prison for many years. it's weird because when i see pictures of him when he was young, before he started his killing spree, i instinctively think: this is him when he was good, when he wouldnt have hurt anyone. even though he DID. but i think he had both potentialities in him, like everyone else.
Seems he didnt stand much of a chance, his father was violent, killed his mother right in front of him, and that cousin who was also a serial killer and rapist, probably just gave him a total disregard for human life, it's what he learned. There's probaby a biological reason too.
 
I hope he heals from the scratches. When I had a dog, he got attacked three times. His injuries were painful and looked awful, but he healed perfectly. But there was a man who pretended that he stomped on his paw by accident, and I wonder if he did some permanent damage. I learned that guy died of a heart attack a couple of years ago. To me, that was good news, because one of the last times I saw him, he showed me photos of dogs he had been hanging out with, and I told him that if he stomps on their paws, he wouldn't get away with it. I was full of bravado but I couldn't really do anything, other than try to scare him.
 
I had a neighbour in Montreal who used to invite me over and play this. One day he flung himself on me. It wasn't pretty.
 
I just took pictures of some other cats I feed but the pics didn't come out very good. I will have to do it when it's light.
 
Seems he didnt stand much of a chance, his father was violent, killed his mother right in front of him, and that cousin who was also a serial killer and rapist, probably just gave him a total disregard for human life, it's what he learned. There's probaby a biological reason too.
it was his cousin who killed his wife in front of richard, not richards father. one theory about why he might have turned out the way he did involved the fact that his mother worked in a boot factory when she was pregnant with him, and had inhaled too many chemical fumes. but who knows? i imagine his cousins behaviour had a pretty big impact on him.
 
When he flung himself on me, on my boyfriend's bed, it wasn't to please me. It was like he was making a statement. It was an insult. Awful times. My boyfriend was in the hospital after a suicide attempt.

My life now is so much better without a boy'friend'.

He attempted to take his own life after he'd attacked me and I'd left him. What a mess. He's a chick magnet though. Probably still is.
 
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
 
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