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I was in the bathroom, throwing my guts up. Michael came in after me. " toi okay Babe?" He said, rubbing my back.
" No. I've throwing up everything in my body." I bellowed, growling in pain. I've been throwing up for three weeks now. I hope I'm not pregnant.
When I finally stopped puking, Michael was in the Living Room, lire an article about himself in the newspaper. I held my stomach. " Michael, I've been throwing up everywhere." I a dit weakly. As I a dit it, I felt some throw up in my mouth. Michael looked up. " Did toi call Dr. Campbell?" He said, rolling his...
Wife:Tania Jackson 25 yrs born December 2nd Husband:Michael Jackson 40 yrs August 29th Son: Joseph Jackson 16 yrs January 1st
Michael Jackson woke up early in the Morning (8:30)to see that he was late for work. He got out of lit and went straight to his closet to find some clothes to wear. He found a white T-shirt and a pair of gray pants. He then went to his drawer to get underwear and socks. He Went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He got in the bathroom and started undressing to go in the shower, he walked in the douche and took a bar of soap and washed himself, then he took some shampoo...
1)Every night, I cry very hard and listen to the song "You Are Not Alone". I miss Michael so much because the world was so cruel to him and hardly anybody understood what a tough life he had starting from childhood. He was abused mentally all his life and many people showed no respect for him even though he was an Angel on Earth. 2) When I was a little girl around age 2 my sister made me a CD with Smooth Crimninal on it and I loved that song. It was one of my earliest memories. I used to go around saying "Im going to meet the person who wrote this song. Ill see a concert one day. Youll see"...
It's noon, and somewhere in the San Fernando Valley, the front shades of a row of condos are lowered against a hazy glare. Through the metal gate, the courtyard is silent, except for the distant splat of a fontaine against its plastic basin. Then comes the chilling whine of a real-life Valley girl. "Grandmuther. I am not gonna walk a whole block. It's bumid. My hair will be brillo."
And the soothing counterpoint of maternal encouragement: "Be good pup, Jolie. Make for mama."
All along the courtyard's trimmed inner paths, poodles waddle about trailing poodle-cut ladies on rose leashes.