Danny
Soon , Danny was at the door. I opened it "Hey , Nesha. Where's my bow tie." He tried to kiss my hand , I snatched it away "In my room on my bed." Danny walked to my room and greeted Michael. Michael's voice dropped three octaves. I could hear them talking "You know , she could be a bitch. Maybe because I'm better than her. You know women these days." Danny said as Michael chuckled "A man can't be better than a woman. If the man is a straight snobbish rich kid." I could tell that Danny stood up , and looked at Michael real offended "I think you should shut the hell up." Danny's voice raised a little higher as I walked in "Danny , I think it's time you leave. Now." I said aggressively as Danny looked at me , ready to punch Michael "Well I think you should tell your boyfriend to learn some damn manners!" His voice was getting louder. Michael looked at me and pointed at Danny "Well maybe you should learn manners before you call a young woman a bitch! You asshole." Michael looked at him with the most aggressive and maddest eyes. That's when Danny punched Michael , I ran to Michael , he was on the ground "Are you ok?" I worried as he smiled then kissed my cheek "Yeah. But he won't." Michael stood tall and spitt blood on floor then cracked his hands and neck. He uppercutted Danny as Danny flew to the wall while Michael grabbed him by his hair "Danny boy. You shouldn't mess with a fighter." Michael dragged him down the hallway to the bathroom "Now let's give you a bath Danny boy." I yelled for him to stop but he kept on "Nesha , he's a snob. I'm sure his potty-mouth needs to be in the toilet." Michael dipped him in the toilet. I ran to Michael "Michael ,look at me baby. Look at me." I grabbed his face "Michael , he's an asshole. We know that. Somebody's gonna talk to him about that. You shouldn't be that." Michael let him go as Danny , still held on to him. Michael nodded "But he needs to say sorry." Michael said as he put Danny's arm behind him , up to his neck "Look at Nesha and say sorry." Danny begged for him to stop "Not until you say sorry." Michael put his arm higher to his head "Ow ow ow ow ow! I'm sorry for calling you a bitch. Ow I'm sorry Nesha." Danny apologized as Michael let him go. Danny ran "I'm gonna sue you both!" Michael stood up "I wish you would." Danny ran.
I walked to the kitchen and sat down "Michael , tell me that this is a nightmare. Just a dream." I heavily breathed as he kneeled down in front of me "This is a nightmare. -" I interrupted him "No it's not! Michael you could've killed him!" Michael washed his hands "I just felt that he should've been taught a lesson about his mouth which was : if you talk too much shit , you'll get your ass beat. And you deserve respect." I walked up to him and kiss him "Thank you , Michael. But sometimes you shouldn't use your fists." I kissed his sore knuckles as he hugged me "I'll remember that." he said as we kissed passionately. I forgave him quickly. I had a soft spot for him. Michael was innocent and beautiful inside. This crook has stole my heart. Michael laughed as I asked him what was so funny "When Danny punched me. You coughed beat his ass." I acted like I didn't say that while he laughed.
Michael and I talked while we cleaned up the blood on the floor and the wall. I flushed the toilet filled with blood then cleaned it out. Michael came behind me , his chest on my back. We looked like two dogs ready to hump "Hi Michael." He kissed my neck "You know I love you right?" I think he was trying to seduce me "Yes I do." Michael's knees were in between my own , kissing me once more as I moaned , his hardness rubbed against my butt. This man is seducing "Oh , Michael." I moaned. He took off my pants then my panties as he unbuckled his pants he wasn't wearing any underwear. His monster entered inside me as my knees trembled "Michael , don't stop loving me." I moaned as he kissed me once more.
The door bammed as we jumped up "Oh , shit. Put on your pants." I said as I pulled mine back on. I answered the door and it was Isis "Hey aunt. How you doing?" She called Michael as he answered "Yes ma'am." Michael now didn't have on a shirt and was touching his lips with his fingers. Being a shy boy "Good Gawd , he's gorgeous." Isis fainted as I caught her as we laughed. She was so dramatic when she woke up "Oh my , where did they get you from?" she said as Michael blushed "My parents?" She nodded yes "Well , it's natural." She once again couldn't help herself. Isis hugged him and didn't let go "I think I'll spend the night." She said. I couldn't tell how the night ends.
Ryan White, symbol of justice
Or child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are you now, where have you 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, or 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
You showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain you 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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Or child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are you now, where have you 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, or 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
You showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain you 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 fans 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 ... fans 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 fans 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 ... fans 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 fans 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 you 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 you one day 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 heart is hurting
Wherever you are, I feel you close no matter
How far or how near
Why did you go? One day I will know,
You never said goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at you 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 you one day 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 heart is hurting
Wherever you are, I feel you close no matter
How far or how near
Why did you go? One day I will know,
You never said goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I would love it if there was a Michael Jackson channel on t.v! On this channel, only Michael Jackson video's would play everyday, 24 hours a day. I wanna hear what you guys think. I think this would be cool, but some of you may not, so I just want your opinions. I know in my opinion that I would probably watch "The Michael Jackson Channel" everyday. I also think there should be a Michael Jackson channel because, well, he's the King Of Pop! He deserves to be honored and remembered. By having a channel dedicated to him, Michael can live on forever. Tell Me What You Think! ;)
