World renowned psychic and lying fucker Pierce Mycolon has sensationally revealed that legendary dead as shit ex pop loon Michael Jackson is talking to him from beyond the grave.
Pierce states that Michael claims to have had a hard time getting past the pearly gates as he had to convince the angel on the door that the huge frigging erection he used to rub up against little lads in his bed was purely platonic.
Apparently he also had to apologise profusely for the relentless awfulness of the Bad album and the utter hypocrisy of we are the world.
Although now totally spirit Jacko has made heavenly enquiries into whether he can have surgery to make him look like a melted turd as he did on earth.
He has also put in a requisition for a bag load of Play Doh or as he calls it P Doh.
Wacko's desire to build a heavenly Neverland has been turned down out of hand as heaven wasn't in the mood for doing favours for total freaks in white suits who sing like girls and have monkety friends.
Pierce says should he get anymore communication from the drugged up loon he will be sure to ring the National Enquirer straight away and lie his ass off.