And if I was Lisa Marie Presley and I'd told you I was going to marry Michael Jackson because I liked the shape of his nose, or rather, noses, and he's just a sweet boy who loves children, I mean really loves children, and his dramatic change in appearance was undoubtedly a result of a genuine bona fide skin disease, would you have said anything?
Toni JordanTag: michael-jackson
Chris Hedges said that Michael Jackson's memorial service was a variety show with a coffin, that MJ transformed himself through surgery and perhaps female hormones from a brown-skinned African American male to a chalk-faced androgynous ghoul with no clear sexual identity.
Chris HedgesTag: identity michael-jackson memorial-service
Michael applied himself better than I did at school. His thirst for knowledge was far greater than any of the rest of us. He was that curious kid who asked, 'Why? Why? Why?' and he listened to and logged every detail. I'm sure his head had an in-built recording chip for data, facts, figures, lyrics and dance moves.
Jermaine JacksonTag: michael-jackson
It was Frankie Lymon all over again," Marvin said. "Only this kid had mastered James Brown's moves. Michael was like Stevie. From the very beginning, he worried me.
David RitzTag: michael-jackson child-star
How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land,
And how many strugles must that be?
Before we choose to live the profits plan
Everybody sing-
Every day create your History,
Every path you take you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier dies in his glory
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty.
Tag: inspirational music song michael-jackson
He's worked his entire life and he's never lived a single moment, I mean not a moment, in the real world.
Katharine HepburnTag: michael-jackson
Say Say Say
What you want
But don't play games
With my affection
Take take take
What you need
But don't leave me
With no direction
Tag: michael-jackson say-say-say
Just because it's in print doesn't mean it's the gospel.
Michael J. JacksonTag: michael-jackson
Veeva squirmed up and down the length of me, vibrating like a coin operated motel bed. When she stopped kissing my mouth, I said, "It sounds so great, Veeva. Just you and me with our brand new plastic surgery noses, running for our lives, hating each other’s guts... Both of us getting to look more and more like Michael Jackson every day.
Dan AhearnTag: humor sexuality michael-jackson plastic-surgery fugitives-on-run
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