By Happy Sleepy, 30 June 2009
From the Sixth Book of Mohammed Michael Egypt, First son of Africa.
And so it came to pass that my Michael was asked to speak at Oxford, a seat of great learning in the United Kingdom. Many leading intellectuals and scholars had gathered for his address, including the rabbi Shmuley.
"I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world."
Michael began*,
Tonight, I come before you less as an icon of pop (whatever that means anyway), and more as an icon of a generation, a generation that no longer knows what it means to be children.
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By Happy Sleepy, 30 June 2009
From the Fourth Book of Johnny Michael New Zealand, First son of Australasia
Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knew no bounds.
The people of the day were concerned.
Adults do not sleep with children, they said. The people’s minds were filled with craven images, filled with the sins and filth of the world. They could not imagine how an adult might sleep with a child without all that sin and filth creeping in and soiling the thought. They would send reporters and detectives to Neverland to investigate Michael.
When they came to him with accusations he would say to them,
Why can’t you share your bed?
The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It is where you are most vulnerable. It is the greatest act of trust.
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By Happy Sleepy, 30 June 2009
From the Eighth Book of Elizabeth Michael America, Second daughter of North America
It was in his 21st year that Michael began his first racial transmigration. By this time he was one of the most famous people in the world. Everyone knew his face. The public eye was inscrutable, unwavering and unforgiving.
Michael was born to parents of African American descent. However as he aged through his twenties his features began to change. His cheekbones rose, and nose diminished, his hair straightened, and he began to lose color in his skin.
Michael was afraid. He knew the public would not understand this transformation. He knew how cruel their ignorance could be.
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