I was coming inicial from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a mes long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go inicial to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a colina in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black nube of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the colores of furious anger, and there were about five fuego 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 fuente and looked up at the ángel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minutos later (at eleven at night) someone sat down siguiente to me.
"Are tu okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a mes in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came inicial 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 tu doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, tu 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 tu want tu can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank tu 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 sofá and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything tu want? Like are tu hungry o thirsty o 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 tu 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 tu want to go freshen up, take a ducha, ducha de o something. My bedroom is right across the hall if tu 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 tu feel. Sometimes when I come inicial I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, tu like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minuto o two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a chihuahua following. He pulled out my favorito! nightgown, the blue satin one with the white cordón, encaje trim.
"I think this one is hot; tu should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down siguiente to me and took off my jacket, and then my camisa, camiseta 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 vestido came down to my upper thighs, and the parte superior, arriba 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 más times.
"I amor tu so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to cama now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan 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 fuente and looked up at the ángel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minutos later (at eleven at night) someone sat down siguiente to me.
"Are tu okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a mes in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came inicial 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 tu doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, tu 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 tu want tu can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank tu 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 sofá and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything tu want? Like are tu hungry o thirsty o 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 tu 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 tu want to go freshen up, take a ducha, ducha de o something. My bedroom is right across the hall if tu 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 tu feel. Sometimes when I come inicial I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, tu like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minuto o two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a chihuahua following. He pulled out my favorito! nightgown, the blue satin one with the white cordón, encaje trim.
"I think this one is hot; tu should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down siguiente to me and took off my jacket, and then my camisa, camiseta 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 vestido came down to my upper thighs, and the parte superior, arriba 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 más times.
"I amor tu so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to cama now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan 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 fans the chance to pay their respects ... por raining flores 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 por chucking his favorito! flor -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fans 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 por chucking his favorito! flor -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fans 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
o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are tu now, where have tu 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, o 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
tu showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain tu 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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o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are tu now, where have tu 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, o 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
tu showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain tu 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 tu 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 tu one día 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 corazón is hurting
Wherever tu are, I feel tu close no matter
How far o how near
Why did tu go? One día I will know,
tu never dicho goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at tu 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 tu one día 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 corazón is hurting
Wherever tu are, I feel tu close no matter
How far o how near
Why did tu go? One día I will know,
tu never dicho goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry