I was coming ہوم from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a ماہ long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go ہوم to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a ہل, لندن in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black بادل of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the colors of furious anger, and there were about five آگ کے, آگ trucks with men heavily dressed shooting white streams of cool water against the crackling beast that was in reality my house burning to the ground. When the flames had died down to embers and they were putting out the very last of it with sand, my house was literally to the ground in gray ashes. I had my essential things, thank goodness I had my money, but still I had nowhere to go. The woman who took care of my dog while I was gone came up to me.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the فاؤنٹین, چشمہ and looked up at the angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few منٹ later (at eleven at night) someone sat down اگلے to me.
"Are آپ okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a ماہ in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came ہوم and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are آپ doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, آپ are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if آپ want آپ can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank آپ soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the سوفی, لٹانا and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything آپ want? Like are آپ hungry یا thirsty یا something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry آپ up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if آپ want to go freshen up, take a شاور یا something. My bedroom is right across the hall if آپ need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how آپ feel. Sometimes when I come ہوم I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, آپ like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a منٹ یا two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a چہواہوا, چاہوہوا following. He pulled out my پسندیدہ nightgown, the blue satin one with the white فیتا, فیتے trim.
"I think this one is hot; آپ should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down اگلے to me and took off my jacket, and then my شرٹ, قمیض after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The گاؤن, gown came down to my upper thighs, and the سب, سب سے اوپر part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three مزید times.
"I love آپ so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to بستر now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a پرستار of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the فاؤنٹین, چشمہ and looked up at the angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few منٹ later (at eleven at night) someone sat down اگلے to me.
"Are آپ okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a ماہ in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came ہوم and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are آپ doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, آپ are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if آپ want آپ can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank آپ soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the سوفی, لٹانا and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything آپ want? Like are آپ hungry یا thirsty یا something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry آپ up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if آپ want to go freshen up, take a شاور یا something. My bedroom is right across the hall if آپ need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how آپ feel. Sometimes when I come ہوم I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, آپ like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a منٹ یا two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a چہواہوا, چاہوہوا following. He pulled out my پسندیدہ nightgown, the blue satin one with the white فیتا, فیتے trim.
"I think this one is hot; آپ should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down اگلے to me and took off my jacket, and then my شرٹ, قمیض after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The گاؤن, gown came down to my upper thighs, and the سب, سب سے اوپر part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three مزید times.
"I love آپ so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to بستر now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a پرستار of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
With the two-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death approaching -- one helicopter company is giving شائقین the chance to pay their respects ... سے طرف کی raining flowers down around Neverland ... mid-flight.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer سے طرف کی chucking his پسندیدہ پھول -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- شائقین are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer سے طرف کی chucking his پسندیدہ پھول -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- شائقین are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
Ryan White, symbol of justice
یا child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are آپ now, where have آپ gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, یا child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
آپ showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain آپ were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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یا child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are آپ now, where have آپ gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, یا child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
آپ showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain آپ were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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Michael Jackson شائقین are scrambling to stop the Discovery Channel from broadcasting a gruesome reenactment of MJ's autopsy ... calling the whole thing an "affront to human dignity."
TMZ has learned ... شائقین have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The شائقین behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
TMZ has learned ... شائقین have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The شائقین behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
A poem I dedicated to Michael .
I woke up one day, I found at آپ were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see آپ one دن in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my دل is hurting
Wherever آپ are, I feel آپ close no matter
How far یا how near
Why did آپ go? One دن I will know,
آپ never کہا goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at آپ were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see آپ one دن in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my دل is hurting
Wherever آپ are, I feel آپ close no matter
How far یا how near
Why did آپ go? One دن I will know,
آپ never کہا goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry