Later that night, Michael sat alone in his living room at the newly crisened Neverland Valley Ranch. He sat thinking in front of the fire, tracing a long finger lazily around the rim of his wine glass. Actually, he wasn't getting much thinking done at all. The only thought he'd been able to entertain was his and Mark's scene earlier.
Michael had come início and, after dinner, promptly attacked the wine cellar. He was not upset with himself for behaving the way he had, but he did want to calm down. He kept anaylizing everything that had happened and was expecting himself to find fault with something, but he couldn't. It had felt right. It had felt good. And Michael wanted more.
He watched the fogo dance and entertwine as he took another sip of his cabernet. He could see his and Mark's bodies in the flames and it made him ache and crave for mais passion.
Mark had simply left at the end of the dia with a guilty nod at Michael. They hadn't spoken a word since their little amor mess. Mark seemed to understand that he was not quite fired, which was good, because Michael felt he had swallowed his tongue. There was business to be dealt with so the subject - their subject - had not presented itself.
Michael sipped again. It was 10:30. Could he just...call Mark? Right. Then what would he say? Michael looked at the phone sitting on the cushion seguinte to him and pulled his feet away, eyes wide, as though it might get him. Then he sat his glass down.
"I should just be myself. Just follow my coração and be myself." Michael furrowed his brow and bit his lip. That was sure to go over pretty kookie. "Hmf." Michael stood and tightened his maroon bathrobe. Then he stretched and scratched a bit. Perhaps he just needed to let this sit for a while. He was just thinking of digging through some boxes of vídeos when the phone rang.
Michael quickly approached the cordless. He held his breath and read the ID log: Mark J. Deaver.
Michael whooped and punched the air nearly dropping the phone in the process. Then he meekly answered, "hello?"
"Yeah, hi Michael, it's Mark. I'm sorry to call so late, but I left some papers at the ranch that I really need." He said all of this very fast.
"Oh...well - ." Michael didn't know what to say.
"Could I balanço por and pick those up?"
"Um, yeah...yeah, sure."
"Thank you. Did you let security go already? Will you just buzz me in?"
"Yes, they leave at ten. Wait. What do you mean 'buzz you in'?"
"The...the keypad Michael - at the front door. You know, you type in the code...to open all the...gates." Mark realised that poor Michael didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"Oh. I, umm, what code is that?"
"Michael, man I'm glad I got your bunda covered. You mean to tell me you're locked up in there - no way out or back in?" Mark was laughing at the absurdity.
"Well, I guess never thought about it. Where would I go?," he asked genuinly.
"When I scan my ID at the front gate you'll hear a tone so then you go to the keypad at the front door and soco in the code. Got it?"
"Okay."
"By the way, the code is on the sticky note in your office on the computer monitor."
"Oh, okay. I thought that was the number for take-out." They hung up. Michael was excited, yet perturbed. Mark was coming back, but not for what he had hoped for. Michael picked up his glass and padded across the creaking wood floors up to his office. "Hmf, no wonder I never get any Chinese food."
Michael had come início and, after dinner, promptly attacked the wine cellar. He was not upset with himself for behaving the way he had, but he did want to calm down. He kept anaylizing everything that had happened and was expecting himself to find fault with something, but he couldn't. It had felt right. It had felt good. And Michael wanted more.
He watched the fogo dance and entertwine as he took another sip of his cabernet. He could see his and Mark's bodies in the flames and it made him ache and crave for mais passion.
Mark had simply left at the end of the dia with a guilty nod at Michael. They hadn't spoken a word since their little amor mess. Mark seemed to understand that he was not quite fired, which was good, because Michael felt he had swallowed his tongue. There was business to be dealt with so the subject - their subject - had not presented itself.
Michael sipped again. It was 10:30. Could he just...call Mark? Right. Then what would he say? Michael looked at the phone sitting on the cushion seguinte to him and pulled his feet away, eyes wide, as though it might get him. Then he sat his glass down.
"I should just be myself. Just follow my coração and be myself." Michael furrowed his brow and bit his lip. That was sure to go over pretty kookie. "Hmf." Michael stood and tightened his maroon bathrobe. Then he stretched and scratched a bit. Perhaps he just needed to let this sit for a while. He was just thinking of digging through some boxes of vídeos when the phone rang.
Michael quickly approached the cordless. He held his breath and read the ID log: Mark J. Deaver.
Michael whooped and punched the air nearly dropping the phone in the process. Then he meekly answered, "hello?"
"Yeah, hi Michael, it's Mark. I'm sorry to call so late, but I left some papers at the ranch that I really need." He said all of this very fast.
"Oh...well - ." Michael didn't know what to say.
"Could I balanço por and pick those up?"
"Um, yeah...yeah, sure."
"Thank you. Did you let security go already? Will you just buzz me in?"
"Yes, they leave at ten. Wait. What do you mean 'buzz you in'?"
"The...the keypad Michael - at the front door. You know, you type in the code...to open all the...gates." Mark realised that poor Michael didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"Oh. I, umm, what code is that?"
"Michael, man I'm glad I got your bunda covered. You mean to tell me you're locked up in there - no way out or back in?" Mark was laughing at the absurdity.
"Well, I guess never thought about it. Where would I go?," he asked genuinly.
"When I scan my ID at the front gate you'll hear a tone so then you go to the keypad at the front door and soco in the code. Got it?"
"Okay."
"By the way, the code is on the sticky note in your office on the computer monitor."
"Oh, okay. I thought that was the number for take-out." They hung up. Michael was excited, yet perturbed. Mark was coming back, but not for what he had hoped for. Michael picked up his glass and padded across the creaking wood floors up to his office. "Hmf, no wonder I never get any Chinese food."
I really hope this isnt offensive in anyway. It`s just saying the reasons why MJ got the surgurys so you can tell people why and they will stop making fun of him cause i`d had enough. Thanks :)
Michael, as we all know, had many Plastic Surgurys in his life, and here are the reasons why...
-He hated his nose since he was 13.
-He broke his nose many times
-He did`nt want to look like his father
-He wanted to change him self
Thank you! And pass this on! <3
R~I~P MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS IT`S ALL FOR LOVE, L.O.V.E (WITH THE LITTLE MOTIONS! <333
________________Change the World________________
Michael, as we all know, had many Plastic Surgurys in his life, and here are the reasons why...
-He hated his nose since he was 13.
-He broke his nose many times
-He did`nt want to look like his father
-He wanted to change him self
Thank you! And pass this on! <3
R~I~P MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS IT`S ALL FOR LOVE, L.O.V.E (WITH THE LITTLE MOTIONS! <333
________________Change the World________________
- 1 empty bottle propofol 200 mg
- 1 pulse monometer
- 1 empty vial lorazepam 4 mg
- 2 empty vials midazolam 10mg
- 1 empty vial propofol 1g/100ml
- 1 black nylon bag
- 1 dark blue costco bag
- 1 light blue canvas bag
- 1 pill bottle with 13 tablets containing 25 mg ephedrine, 200 mg caffeine, 80 mg aspirin
- 4 vials propofol 200mg/20ml
- 2 vials 5 mg flumazenil
- 1 vial lorazepam
- 1 vial lidocane
- 200mg vials of propofol (1 full, 1 1/4 full)
- 1 empty bag I.V. drip of sodium chloride with syringe
- 1 ziplock baggy containing 18 tubes of Benoquin
Note that one of the items seized was a canvas bag. Bodyguard Alberto Alvarez told cops Dr. Murray told him to put vials of propofol in a plastic bag and put that bag in a canvas bag.
I amor you, Michael :(
Then Happy came one day, chased my blues away
My life began when Happy smiled
Sweet, like doces to a child
Stay here and amor me just a while
Let sadness see what Happy does
Let Happy be where Sadness was
Happy, that's you
You made my life brand new
lost as a little lam was I, till you came in
My life began when Happy smiled
Sweet, like doces to a child
Stay here and amor me just a while
Let sadness see what Happy does
Let Happy be where Sadness was
(Till now)
Where have I been?
What lifetime was I in?
Suspended between time and space
Lonely until Happy came smiling up at me
Sadness had no choice but to flee
I said a prayer so silently
Let Sadness see what Happy does
Let Happy be where Sadness was
Till now
Happy, yeah yeah
Happy, oehoe happy
happy oh yeah Happy
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Sun is gonna shine
flores gonna grow
Clouds'll sprinkle showers
Rivers gonna flow
Man ain't got the power
To kill nothing but himself
Man is a creation
Man is nothing else
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
Always is the mountain
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Always is the tree's
Always is the ocean
Always is the sea's
We can't stop this world
'Cause it's not
Our world we can just jack
Each other up
Heavenly father been mighty patient
He got your number peeped
Your disease
He knows your falling,
Your falling, your falling,
Man is a creation
Man is nothing else
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
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