Billie Jean

My numerous followers - practically an ocean of people that would require at least half a generous shot to contain them all - know that, in addition to the other ten, I have an eleventh sense: the one that sniffs out covers! But enough with the pseudo-alliterations; I know I should move on to the detailed presentation of this erratic individual, enlightening you on his (non)existence from the anal phase up until the moment he conceived the extraordinary idea of creating this... thing. But, first, I don't feel like it, and second, I believe that the cover art is worth more than a thousand explanations, which are understandably poorly tolerated here.

I would like the disinterested opinion of the Supreme Guru @[withor], among the utmost authorities in this and other dubious matters: it seems to me that this piece is worthy of one of his discerning analyses (always Freud!): deserving of unearthing the infinite baggage of his knowledge, in short. Ahr ahr ahr!