What I hope most of all,
Is that you all understand what I mean
When I tell you that,
Even though I do not know you,
And even though I may never
Meet you,
Laugh with you,
Cry with you,
Or kiss you,
I love you.
Is that you all understand what I mean
When I tell you that,
Even though I do not know you,
And even though I may never
Meet you,
Laugh with you,
Cry with you,
Or kiss you,
I love you.
- Mood:
happy - Music:Never Be The Same -- Red
Michael suffered a cardiac arrest earlier this afternoon at his Holmby Hills home and paramedics were unable to revive him. We're told when paramedics arrived Jackson had no pulse and they never got a pulse back.
A source tells us Jackson was dead when paramedics arrived. A cardiologist at UCLA tells TMZ Jackson died of cardiac arrest.
Once at the hospital, the staff tried to resuscitate him but he was completely unresponsive.
We're told one of the staff members at Jackson's home called 911.
La Toya ran in the hospital sobbing after Jackson was pronounced dead.
Michael is survived by three children: Michael Joseph Jackson, Jr., Paris Michael Katherine Jackson and Prince "Blanket" Michael Jackson II.
We'll miss you, Michael...
This man was talented, and deserves to be treated as a saint of music.
The King of Pop.
- Mood:
bawling - Music:Billie Jean -- Michael Jackson
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zsomeone is my hero for writing that.Anywho. I'm super sick and weak at the moment... Explains why I passed out from laughing last night. I have to go see the D-O-C-T-O-R later this month to check out my heart.
...
I am not happy about that. At all. They'll have to draw my blood. Heehee. Let's see 'em just try and get near me with that needle.
Besides that, I'm in a relatively cheerful mood. And I'm reading Darkness Moves by Henri Michaux. <3
tswargelf and I drew a pretty picture in iScribble last night: ( It's here under the cut. )
- Mood:
irate - Music:Secret -- The Pierces
You’re my absolute disaster,
The most beautiful calamity,
For your voice is sensual tragedy,
Catastrophe of the heart,
Your hands break my soul apart,
Your eyes rupture my conviction,
Your lips tempt my wild addiction,
For the chaos of your kiss,
Pandemonium in your hips,
Devastating every second,
Your destructive figure beckons,
For the outburst of my arms,
As your caustic heartbeat warms,
And obliterates my days,
Every word eradicates,
We have forcefully agreed,
Because you’re the one I need,
You’re my absolute disaster…
For the most destructive, extreme, unstoppable force I've ever allowed to impact my simple life...
You're a fantastic explosion of love that has shattered me beyond repair. I'm broken for you. Thank you for undoing my symmetric sufferings and twisting my days as wildly as you do.
Your chaos is the most addictive fascination. Please continue ripping me apart and building me anew; I need your emotional revolution to keep marching all over my heart.
Just be aware that one day it will be my turn to return fire... and my retaliation for all the love you've detonated around me will be quite more than just some degree of vengeance. It will be the most beautiful retribution your eyes have ever mesmerized upon. I have your heart in my sights and I'm a damn good sniper. I'll kiss the cross in your lips and in such blessing I'll find enough courage to take you down and kill all your fears forever. Keep making me yours and that's the consequence that awaits; you'll be just as mine.
I don't miss. I won't. That's how much I love you.
- Mood: numb
- Mood: amused
Tripping.
Fluttering.
Stuttering.
I'm Dancing On Air.
Bright green eyes.
Beautifully strong frame.
Features so sharp.
I'm Dancing On Air.
Look away.
You don't know.
Can't see me; the monster.
I'm Dancing On Air.
Invisible.
Undetectable.
That's how I prefer it.
I'm Dancing on Air.
- Mood:
content
Where am I gonna go in twenty years?
Am I going to marry a tall, blond, Swedish man who plays the electric guitar?
Or am I going to marry a shorter, brunette, Norwegian man with a fu manchu who plays the rhythm guitar?
Or... Maybe a really bulky man with long black hair.
OR OR.
An Irishman with dreds and a skullet? WHO DRINKS A LOT!?
I'd like to know.
