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Continuation of my MICHAEL JACKSON story? please read!?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By Stranger in the World™ At 2009.12,1 Answers

"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart. He screams, so innocent and child-like, and speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He flashes that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and it is the best feeling I have ever experienced. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.

... To be continued.

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Continuation of my MICHAEL JACKSON story? please read!?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By Stranger in the World™ At 2011.03,1 Answers

"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart. He screams, so innocent and child-like, and speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He flashes that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and it is the best feeling I have ever experienced. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.

... To be continued.

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TRUE MICHAEL JACKSON FANS! the story? read it :)?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By I ♥ hippie! At 2011.03,1 Answers

people were having trouble getting to my blog. so heres everything i have so far :)

STAR IF YOU LIKE! LEAVE SOME FEEDBACK.
LOVE YOU GUYSSSS.


"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart, screaming, so innocent and child-like. Then he speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He blesses me with that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and at that moment, I knew I could die happy. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.
Michael then sprints off across the yard. I listen carefully as his footfalls become quieter and quieter. Obeying his command I lie on my back impatiently. My thoughts run wild. Did he desert me? Where did he go? When is he coming back? I drum my fingers against the cool grass to distract myself, I don’t succeed. Suddenly, a blast of cold water hits my face.
“AH!” I yell, wiping my eyes and standing up simultaneously. As soon as my eyes are clear I realize I am looking down the barrel of a gun, a Super Soaker to be exact.
“Oh no! Michael, NO!”
He pays no mind, squirting me mercilessly with the huge yellow and green water gun. I fumble around blindly trying to get my hands on him. I feel something plastic and cool touch my fingers. Revenge! I pick up my recently discovered Super Soaker and begin to pump it with the upmost ferocity. As I reach for the trigger I hear his mesmerizing voice.
“I never lose a water gun fight,” he shouts. We continue to drench each other with water for the next 10 minutes. Though, it was a pretty one sided fight. I feel myself collapsing onto the now soggy ground.
“I surrender,” I gasp. “No more!”
Michael grasps my shoulders and guides me to my feet.
“What did I tell ya?” He giggles. “I NEVER lose a water gun fight.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I begin draining my shirt and brushing off my shorts. I look up; I can feel Michael’s gaze on me through his sunglasses. I nervously purse my lips together and prepare

TRUE MICHAEL JACKSON FANS! the story? read it :)?
Asked By Stranger in VA♥,Last Answer By I ♥ hippie! At 2011.03,1 Answers

people were having trouble getting to my blog. so heres everything i have so far :)

STAR IF YOU LIKE! LEAVE SOME FEEDBACK.
LOVE YOU GUYSSSS.


"ding dong"...
"ding dong"...
Please answer!
The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
"Hi, I'm Michael. I've been expecting you" Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
"Hello. Michael. I'm Lauren."
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
"Oh! Michael, I'm so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m..."
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
"It’s ok. Really. Don't worry about it. I'm kind of used to it," He says playfully. "Wanna go see the Ranch?"
"Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart, screaming, so innocent and child-like. Then he speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He blesses me with that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and at that moment, I knew I could die happy. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.
Michael then sprints off across the yard. I listen carefully as his footfalls become quieter and quieter. Obeying his command I lie on my back impatiently. My thoughts run wild. Did he desert me? Where did he go? When is he coming back? I drum my fingers against the cool grass to distract myself, I don’t succeed. Suddenly, a blast of cold water hits my face.
“AH!” I yell, wiping my eyes and standing up simultaneously. As soon as my eyes are clear I realize I am looking down the barrel of a gun, a Super Soaker to be exact.
“Oh no! Michael, NO!”
He pays no mind, squirting me mercilessly with the huge yellow and green water gun. I fumble around blindly trying to get my hands on him. I feel something plastic and cool touch my fingers. Revenge! I pick up my recently discovered Super Soaker and begin to pump it with the upmost ferocity. As I reach for the trigger I hear his mesmerizing voice.
“I never lose a water gun fight,” he shouts. We continue to drench each other with water for the next 10 minutes. Though, it was a pretty one sided fight. I feel myself collapsing onto the now soggy ground.
“I surrender,” I gasp. “No more!”
Michael grasps my shoulders and guides me to my feet.
“What did I tell ya?” He giggles. “I NEVER lose a water gun fight.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I begin draining my shirt and brushing off my shorts. I look up; I can feel Michael’s gaze on me through his sunglasses. I nervously purse my lips together and prepare

MICHAEL JACKSON - Does this make you think? (must read)?
Asked By Kianna Brien,Last Answer By AtS- Abraxas At 2011.04,1 Answers

ok there is MORE evidence that MJ is alive MORE so then dead, please have a look at this,i'm not trying to change how you think but please tell me that you can't just ignore ALL OF THIS?

1. The 911 call didn’t sound overly panicked and Michael Jackson was not mentioned by name. (It’s possible he didn’t mention the name because 911 might think it was a hoax and not respond.)

2. Some have stated the oldest son discovered the father, but later the Dr. claimed that the reason it took so long to call 911 is that he couldn’t find anyone to make the call. (wouldn’t the son be able to make the call, he is 12 after all.) It took 30 minutes to call 911. Hasn’t Dr. Murray ever heard of a cell phone? (this point gets addressed farther down this list.)

3. Dr. Conrad Murray, who is supposed to be a cardiologist was doing CPR on the bed. (It’s supposed to be done on a flat hard surface…floor. Murray claimed that it was done on the bed cause MJ was frail, but several people have contradicted the report of MJ being “frail.”)

4. TMZ, a tabloid media source was the FIRST to report MJ had died. They reported it before the coroner and before Jermaine Jackson made his public statement. (While we’re on the topic, isn’t that weird too? Is it normal for a family member to make a public statement instead of the doctor in charge?)

5. Though he was taken to the hospital and they tried to revive him for an hour, he was pronounced dead at UCLA. However, despite this, almost no one had any kind of comment regarding it. No official doctor’s statements, no nurses being interviewed, no second cousins of neighboring patients coming out to gawk and report what they saw or heard. The only comments reported was someone who worked there said something strange was going on with regards to MJ, and someone else claimed the fire alarm went off while MJ was there. (In the CNN transcripts they mention the fire alarms in passing.)

6. Dr. Conrad Murray refused to sign the death certificate. No physician at UCLA in charge would sign either. In fact no UCLA doctor has made any kind of statement confirming the death of Michael Jackson or even that he was on the premises.

7. Cause of death was listed as “deferred” until after the autopsy. The DC states that it is only valid if signed in purple ink. At the bottom it’s signed in BLUE ink. There are also many irregularities of the document which indicate it possibly isn’t legitimate.

8. The autopsy results have been held, pending a toxicology report, which was due but is now expected to be two more weeks. (at time of posting this). A total of 3 autopsies have been ordered. One official, one by the family who for some reason wanted their own autopsy performed, and a third reportedly requested by Joe Jackson, MJ’s father. (ETA: Later the autopsy and tox reports have been stated to be delayed “indefinitely.”)

9. There is, in existence a SINGLE photo of MJ dead (or dying.) Taken by a tabloid reporter through a DARK tinted window of the ambulance. No other photos of him got taken, no photos at the hospital, no photos anywhere. (ETA: Upon further research there appear to be three photos taken in close succession, but how was the photo so clear and not blurred? And why does MJ look so healthy, alive, and young? It looks like it could be a wax dummy from the Ghosts set.)

10. There were several security cameras at the mansion in LA where MJ collapsed, but there is missing time from them. No video footage of the events in question.

11. MJ’s personal physician Dr. Tohme claimed MJ had no heart problems, that he danced 4 hours a day and it was more likely that he (Dr. Tohme) would have a heart attack than MJ. (Dr. Tohme was mistakenly reported as MJ’s personal physician, turns out he was his business manager and this point about what he said or didn’t say and whether or not it’s accurate, cannot be confirmed.)

12. Though there have been several people who have come forward suddenly talking about MJ having a drug problem and them trying to have an intervention for him, many other credible sources have come forward to say the opposite, among them: Mark Lester, and Tom Meserau. Many people at the last rehearsal claimed he was energetic and on top of his game and in no way seemed sickly or drugged. Supposedly family members wanted to have an intervention in 2007. But in 2007 MJ was in Ireland or Bahrain, how would his family know he had a drug problem if he’s halfway across the world? (A commenter here states is was in the US, but I’m really not sure about that.) Further, Jermaine has claimed on Larry King that he was not aware of any kind of drug problem on MJ’s part. If the family was “staging an intervention” wouldn’t Jermaine have been made aware of the situation?

13. Why are we just now hearing about MJ’s drug problem now? While it is true he had an RX drug dependency in 1993 (because he admitted it in an interview), and he may have had problems with RX drugs

What did Michael Jackson mean to you?..Star if you miss Michael Jackson?
Asked By P.J,Last Answer By Wendy Weewees At 2011.03,1 Answers

Happy Birthday M.J!!

Michael Jackson Fans: I have a serious question to ask about Michael Jackson...?
Asked By Billaye Jiane,Last Answer By TUFguy At 2009.12,1 Answers

I apologize if this is misleading, Michael Jackson fans, but this is actually for the Michael Jackson haters since they like to click on the questions for the fans only. I really want to know this, MJ haters... why do you all hate Michael Jackson so much?

You don't have to like him, his personality, or the things he have done in his life, but at least SHOW and HAVE some RESPECT for his TALENT. He contributed a lot of things to this world, but what have you done to contribute to the world? This man is dead and you all are dragging his name through the mud. I just would like for you to answer this and give me an ACTUAL reason why and I won't thumbs down your opinion.

Michael Jackson Fans: How would you describe Michael?
Asked By I Miss MJ & I'm Bad.,Last Answer By Be A Rebel!! At 2011.03,1 Answers

How would you describe Michael using only one word for each of the letters of his name?

M =
I =
C =
H =
A =
E =
L =

J =
A =
C =
K =
S =
O =
N =

Star if you like or love MJ

Are you a michael jackson fan?
Asked By Ms Terrific 13 Canadian Girl,Last Answer By Soy Yo, de nuevo At 2009.12,1 Answers

if you are stars.

Do you like Michael Jackson?
Asked By California Summer Hottie,Last Answer By ♡♫мoonwalĸιng ιn нeav At 2011.03,1 Answers

star this question and answer it if you do, and answer it if you don't.

How can I be more like Michael Jackson??
Asked By Kimberly human nature hoo!!,Last Answer By microbopeep ♥Stranger♥ At 2009.12,1 Answers

I'm a 13 year old girl. Is there any way I can be more like MJ. I try to see the good in people and I try to help themout as much as possible. I don't try but when people (my peers/friends/family) talk abou sexual things I leave the place there talking. I love playing, and having fun and church and I try to feel good about my self but people drag me down. The new rumor at school is that I wet my bed. I do not. But MJ is my role model. I try to sing and dance, I feel good when I do, espessialy to his music, but people say I am horrible. I tell people good thins and in return they are mean. Please tell me how to be more like my hero. Let's try for 51 stars. Ily. And ily mj.

Are you a michael jackson fan?
Asked By ♥Ms Terrific has left Y/A♥,Last Answer By Soy Yo, de nuevo At 2011.03,1 Answers

if you are stars.

Michael Jackson?
Asked By - Bei -,Last Answer By ♥Stranger In Maine™♥ (Th At 2009.12,1 Answers

Wat is it with people hating Michael Jackson? i mean its just cos some gold-digging skank used her own son try to get some money. they talked to the kid and he said that Michael wouldnt do something like molesting kids. Plus hes white cos he has a skin disease not cos he bleached it =,.=
Any one who thinks that Michael jackson is a freak then i just dont care cos ive heard it and laughed at it. So just get lost and get a life.

What did Michael Jackson mean to you?
Asked By Yahoo! UK & Ireland Answers te,Last Answer By Ɲemo At 2009.12,1 Answers

Michael Jackson has passed away, but his music will live on. How did his songs and life affect you?

What did Michael Jackson mean to you?
Asked By Yahoo! UK & Ireland Answers te,Last Answer By Nemo At 2011.03,1 Answers

Michael Jackson has passed away, but his music will live on. How did his songs and life affect you?

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