Paris Jackson - Priceless Visa

Priceless Paris.

She did it and she probably did not even know it. Her simple words," Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine.”

The power of visions on the magic moment wall at Never land continues to make the stained solid relationship of Michael Jackson and the world to rest with him. He was a Father and a Daddy, to three children. Life sized Michael, all 50 kg of him, was just trying to make a buck, a come-back with his tour and this is the biggest comeback of his life. Which is? The real deal when his daughter uttered the words, like human nature, every stoned heart turned.

Every Michael memorabilia selling at Elvis Presley prices and this is how artist makes a living. But how does the icon and now legend feel laying there in his perfect solid posh nob wooden casket? The Poetry of the Thriller. Laying right side up, upside down, side by side, as the considerable talent who poured their hearts out bought their craft to a level of no illusions. The title of his wills being battled and the dramas from good old Debbie Rowe played out as part of his story. Grand ambitions, to call it the ultimate show down when another Anna Nicole Smith like tussle fills the cobbled streets of memory lane. Yet again, who gets what and that nagging question? Is this it? The complications of his class by himself and inviting children for sleep over which many deem, strange. His artistic streak is a bold broad bombastic band but is he innocent?

Does it matter when his life is now over? His daughter and 2 other children miss him. So in essence, He was a Peter Pan but Father Pan led a deeply disturbing and controversial life. Even though his music had crossed the colour line, Black and White. But no brown of course... pink, purple, red and white and blue. He is in my eyes, a young black father pan’s journey in becoming a white twinkle bell. Great expectations for him to come up to the pearly gates of heaven but would he be allowed to sing for the children there? No one knows. Does he sing for Paris?

But for now, the ebb and flow of the world seems to be going along the lines of “Heal the World, Make it a Better Place? For you and for me and the entire human race.” Not the entire human race, just Paris. Just that place where she sits comfortably in the seat of his soul even with his massively brilliant making era of time contributions to the world, he was just Daddy. Now that is probably worth more to anyone than diamonds and silvers when they have no use for it.
Queen Elizabeth I famous last words were: "All my possessions for one moment of time."

What Father Pan would give to see his daughter breaking down and the world claiming he is a genius and not a freak? Priceless. Could Visa contact me at this point for an ad idea? Cause I got use the extra dough to keep this blogging show on the roll in nit?