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Night was coming quickly , so was Michael's dangerous side "Michael , are you done in the shower yet?" I knocked the door. He's been in there for an hour "I'm right here." he chuckled as I looked confused "Then whose in the bathroom?" I asked as Isis answered "Me." I knew it. I went to the other bathroom and took a shower and suddenly Michael was leaving "Hey , Nesha. I gotta go take care of some business. I'll be back okay?" I wrapped my body in a towel "Wait where you going?" I asked as he kissed my lips "Only God knows." He winked as I kissed him back. I let him go and started to think with a worried mind "Don't do anything stupid Michael." He was gone and I was scared. I quickly put on my shorts and retro 80s t-shirt. I put on my converses and took the car keys and followed Michael to the....Park "Are you serious? This is where you take care of some business , Michael?" I boredly commented. I followed Michael to the basketball courts. I bumped into his shoulder "Nesha?! What are you doing here?" He whispered as I acted all big and bad "Well , if you must know. I also am part of this.....thing but , I forgot what we were doing." Michael took a gun out of his back pocket , offering it to me "Take it." he demanded as I reluctantly reached for the weapon "Yeah , I think I'll pass." I said as Michael put it back in his back pocket "It has no bullets and you're not supposed to be here." He softly but strictly said as a voice called his name and the court lights flicked on , so bright white it almost blinded us. A human like figure step in the middle of the court "Hey Eddie." Michael greeted him with a certain handshake that seemed to be made up. I stayed behind him as Eddie came up to me "Whose this pretty lady?" Michael gently pushed my hand out of his reach "Back off. She's mine." Michael snapped as I rubbed his back "Don't be rude. I'm sure he doesn't bite." I said as I shook Eddie's hand "I'm Nesha." I said as he smiled "I'm Eddie." He said as he handed Michael some folder "Here's some info on another guy. Name's Geo Macro. He killed one of your friends. I think you should get revenge." He said as Michael flipped through the folder as he thanked him and left , me following him.
I stopped him in the parking lot "Michael." I called as he turned around "Yes , babe." He came up to me , rubbing his nose on my cheek but I gently pushed him away "No , bae. I'm being serious right now." Michael straightened his smile "What?What's wrong?" He wore a concerned face "You know I read the newspaper. Every page. Everyday right?" I asked as he nodded yes "Well , the first time we met , I read the newspaper and I saw a wanted ad. That ad had your name and everything on it." , I continued "Now Michael , I want you to be fully honest with me. What did you do and why?" Michael was ready to leave "I don't want to talk about it right now." I jacked him up on the car door "Bullshit Michael! This is the right time and the right place where it's just me , you , and the fucking park!!" I yelled as he shamefully hung his head "My insecurity. Nesha my temper got in the way." He leaned on me and cried in my arms "Oh , baby. It's ok. We're all not perfect but sometimes we gotta stop and think about things." He cried full of guilt and shame. I kissed him passionately , his tears transferring from his cheeks to mine. Michael was dangerous but fragile. I wiped his tears with my thumbs as he took the car keys from my hands then touched my ass "I drive." He said as we jumped in the car and started driving to the city. Isis called me "Hey auntie." I said as she panicked "Where's Michael!!?" She yelled as I laughed "Okay , calm down. We're taking care of something right now. He'll be there in a few. Bye." I said as she hung up.
We arrived at a pizza place where we were looking for the guy. I kept looking at the picture in the folder and looking up at the dude in the last table near the corner of the restaurant "Isn't that him." I tapped Michael as he took his attention off of the the girl he was flirting with "Hey , stay off. He is my property." I threatened as Michael quickly focused on the guy. We got up and followed him down the street. Michael then walked quicker to him as he turned around and saw Michael "Hey! Come here!" Michael yelled while we chased half way to Brooklyn. Michael caught him in an alley where he tied him "Okay Geo. It's time I introduced myself. I'm the guy's you killed best friend. And this is my gun." Michael was sounding like a villain. Michael took some duck tape and taped his mouth "For Vincent." Michael whispered as he loaded his pistol with six bullets and shot him. I have took in part of a deadly and it was scary. We drove down Brooklyn , I was sinking down in my seat because I was so hot and bothered by the way Michael was acting. Michael looked over at me with the eyes of sensual desire "Nesha , are you okay?" His voice deepend , massaging my thigh. He stopped by a gas station and started kissing me , taking off his shirt. He quickly was on top of me , grinding on my wet womanhood "You are so sexy." He moaned while he took off my clothes and undergarments "Michael , I want you badly." I groaned he unbuttoned his pants. Michael with no underwear on , entered inside of me "Don't Stop , baby." Michael held on to me and made love to me all night long.
posted by monLOVEbrucas
Okay this is eating me alive and i am so sick of the world and stupid papers and news making bullshit up and never giving up, like seriously just because Michael Jackson was really famous doesn't mean that you should still try look for questions that will never be able to get answered....

RIP MEANS REST IN PEACE YES?
When i hear people talking about Michael it doesn't seem to me they are letting him rest in peace its unbelievable that he can't even find peace after death ... like what the hell is wrong with people these days and the need to make up lies just to get money?

Yeah he was famous...
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I said you wanna be startin' somethin'
You got to be startin' somethin'
I said you wanna be startin' somethin'
You got to be startin' somethin'
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)

I took my baby to the doctor
With a fever, but nothing he found
By the time this hit the street
They said she had a breakdown
Someone's always tryin' to start my baby cryin'...
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"The King Of Pop"

His Extraordinary Gifts were Shared By All Of Us As He Excited Our Senses With Music And Dance, As Exemplified In The epic Albums "Bad","Thriller",And The Sounds And Beat Of "Billie Jean". His Stage Presence Was Always An Extravaganza That At Times Mirrored His Daily Life. He Offered everone His Music And Love With a White Gloved Hand Extended Out To All! He Contributed His Time And Treasure To So Many Worthy Causes As He Truly Believed "We Are The World".

We Now Celebrate Michael's Life's Work As We Reach Out And Eternally Hold That Gloved Hand And Remember Him Forever In His Music - He Made Us Feel So Good. We Love You Michael Jackson .
It's noon, and somewhere in the San Fernando Valley, the front shades of a row of condos are lowered against a hazy glare. Through the metal gate, the courtyard is silent, except for the distant splat of a fountain against its plastic basin. Then comes the chilling whine of a real-life Valley girl. "Grandmuther. I am not gonna walk a whole block. It's bumid. My hair will be brillo."

And the soothing counterpoint of maternal encouragement: "Be good pup, Jolie. Make for mama."

All along the courtyard's trimmed inner paths, poodles waddle about trailing poodle-cut ladies on pink leashes.

"Not what...
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posted by Beatit
Live and sigh, crying eyes
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, your lullaby
Live to dream, don't it seem
The tears, the pain, the hurt, reality


Don't you know these dreams, I wish could be
The real you and me
I come running back to you
You push me away, you push
Push me away


Darken days, please go away
The nights are bright, delight dream, and stay
As I dream loving you
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, please come true
Don't you know these dreams, I wish could be
The real you and me
I come running back to you
You push me away, you push
Push me away


Don't you know these dreams, I wish could be
The real you and me
I come running back to you
You push me away, you push
You push me away
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody Gone bad
Situation Aggravation
Everybody Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody Dog food
Bang bang Shock dead
Everybody's Gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me Hate me
You can never Break me
Will me Thrill me
You can never Kill me
Jew me Sue me
Everybody Do me
Kick me Kike me
Don't you Black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and...
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Michael can’t sleep as he sits on his couch with The Twilight Zone running in the background of the television. It seems like lately, he can’t sleep and it seems to be getting worse as he gets older. His mind wanders with thoughts, fears, hopes, and of course music. Well, that’s what his mind usually is thinking about, tonight it’s about Holly. Michael can’t seem to erase the thought of them kissing each other and how it felt tonight. One thing was for certain; he wanted more and it intimidated him. He looks at his watch that reads three thirty a.m. The only other person who would...
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The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as Holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the fans are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her daisy duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others singing out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not by Michael’s...
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