The Millennium has passed...
...but the Armageddon-mongers haven't.
Ben, the two of us need look no more...
"Ben" was my formative experience of Michael Jackson, and it left everything else that came afterward as somewhat of a diversion from my core impression of who he was. The rest was too aggressive by comparison.
Along with "These Boots are Made for Walkin'", by Nancy Sinatra, the song "Ben" made made a big impression on who I grew up to be.
Michael Jackson eventually grew up to be Ben and died hunted, wounded, and afraid, and I grew up somewhat afraid of what the world could do to a person like him.
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If you grow up in a world where flower patch pants are normal, then you are going to not fit neatly in a box.
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