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. wewe know women these days." Danny alisema 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 wewe should shut the hell up." Danny's voice raised a little higher as I walked in "Danny , I think it's time wewe leave. Now." I alisema aggressively as Danny looked at me , ready to ngumi, punch Michael "Well I think wewe should tell your boyfriend to learn some damn manners!" His voice was getting louder. Michael looked at me and pointed at Danny "Well maybe wewe should learn manners before wewe call a young woman a bitch! wewe 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 wewe 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 ukuta while Michael grabbed him kwa his hair "Danny boy. wewe shouldn't mess with a fighter." Michael dragged him down the hallway to the bathroom "Now let's give wewe 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. wewe shouldn't be that." Michael let him go as Danny , still held on to him. Michael nodded "But he needs to say sorry." Michael alisema 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 wewe say sorry." Michael put his arm higher to his head "Ow ow ow ow ow! I'm sorry for calling wewe a bitch. Ow I'm sorry Nesha." Danny apologized as Michael let him go. Danny ran "I'm gonna sue wewe both!" Michael stood up "I wish wewe would." Danny ran.
I walked to the jikoni 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 wewe 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 wewe talk too much shit , you'll get your punda beat. And wewe deserve respect." I walked up to him and kiss him "Thank wewe , Michael. But sometimes wewe shouldn't use your fists." I kissed his sore knuckles as he hugged me "I'll remember that." he alisema as we kissed passionately. I forgave him quickly. I had a soft spot for him. Michael was innocent and beautiful inside. This crook has aliiba my heart. Michael laughed as I asked him what was so funny "When Danny punched me. wewe 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 mbwa ready to hump "Hi Michael." He kissed my neck "You know I upendo wewe right?" I think he was trying to seduce me "Yes I do." Michael's knees were in between my own , kissing me once zaidi 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 alisema as I pulled mine back on. I answered the door and it was Isis "Hey aunt. How wewe doing?" She called Michael as he answered "Yes ma'am." Michael now didn't have on a shati 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 wewe from?" she alisema 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
au child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are wewe now, where have wewe 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, au 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
wewe showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain wewe 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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au child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are wewe now, where have wewe 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, au 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
wewe showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain wewe 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 mashabiki 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 ... mashabiki 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 mashabiki 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 ... mashabiki 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 mashabiki 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 wewe 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 wewe one siku 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 moyo is hurting
Wherever wewe are, I feel wewe close no matter
How far au how near
Why did wewe go? One siku I will know,
wewe never alisema goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at wewe 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 wewe one siku 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 moyo is hurting
Wherever wewe are, I feel wewe close no matter
How far au how near
Why did wewe go? One siku I will know,
wewe never alisema goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I would upendo 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 wewe guys think. I think this would be cool, but some of wewe 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. kwa having a channel dedicated to him, Michael can live on forever. Tell Me What wewe Think! ;)
While I was in Social Studies class today, this thought about learning about Michael's muziki and life came into my head. I think it would be so cool if we got to learn about Michael in Social Studies class (or History, whatever wewe would like to call it...) I really think we should learn about Michael because he was a muziki legend, he changed the way we listen to music, and he had an amazing life. I also think that if teenagers would learn about Michael's awesome dancing and music, Michael can become maarufu once again and The King Of Pop will live on. Let Me Know What wewe Think! ;)
