I'm not much for fancy, more a humble and eclectic sense of style.
I've been trying to capture this for a while, the light has to be just right to get this effect of being haunted by Michael Jackson's face; an unusual transparent poster, purchased during the trial continues to amuse.
The pillow features Shiva and the blanket is in Tibetan script. A valuable Himalayan "fetish box" hangs before the window, tied by red satin ribbons. Christian decorative elements are unseen to the left and right. Matching lamps were left behind by a shamble of a tenant and put into functioning order by me. A ratty but well-stocked sewing box sits on the couch; it and some of the contents date back to my grandparents, the handle has been made of yarn for my entire life. Works perfectly. A trunk from childhood rests at the bottom, several lifetimes of photos are contained within.
Recently I used up a spool of thread and to my amazement, it read 19 cents! - [link]
Well whatever those forces tell you to do, never stop listening to em. They help you take the most awesome photographs. ^_^
Here's something weird that happened. it was about a week ago, I had a dream about MJ.. See, I have been kinda sad because it was my hope to one day meet him. Well anyways, in the dream I met him.... finally, even though he was dead. It's really weird how when you really want something you dream about it after.
Well I knew it was impossible to meet him. and that made me even sadder.
Anyways... All he said was thank you for believing in him. He hugged me, then he had to go away again. I said goodbye and thanked him for coming and then he just kinda vanished. I don't know. I believe in spirits and that so I kinda hope that he came to see me.
Actually, I am gonna choose to believe he did. I was praying for him up in heaven hoping he was ok up there and people were treating him better. And in the dream he said they were. So... Even though I know it's a dream, I am going to believe it. I believe in spirits, and angels, and god, and all that stuff... I believe there is a heaven up there.
Anyways, what relevance it has to your photograph is that the way your poster looks like he really is haunting the room... well, that's kinda what he looked like when he faded away. All his colors faded one by one then black eyes were left then they blinked out.
I've no idea... It was just a dream, but since the dream happened, I don't cry about him anymore. I somehow know he's ok, and waiting for all his fans to come join him again.
Thank you so much for sharing that. I almost never dream about real people, but in the past he's shown up in two dreams that I can recall. We had a very good time hanging out together.
It's so wonderful that you prayed for him and I never thought about the phrase, "Waiting for all his fans to join him." Wow. That would be worth it (the natural way of course); I get choked up at the idea.
It was such an odd dream but at the same time I woke up feeling lots better. I hope his spirit can read what I'm writing when I say "thank you with all my heart for the visit". I always believe things happen for a reason and not just an odd coincidence so... I think he really did answer me when I prayed for him.
And it's a nice thought. ^_^
Thanks for listening to my lil story there, I actually went oh crap I rambled and told 'Hands... now what?
But anyways, I know you'd never make fun of me for dreaming... and I'm right about that. You're real awesome. I'm just glad that you were the one i opened up about it to after all, because if anyone would understand me, it would be you.
Thanks again, and I'll comment on something of yours again soon. ^^ This isn't the last you've heard of me! lawl
Hehe. Yeah I was talking to my mom this morning and she was all "he's disgusting, why do you like him?" I found myself going into a very long and boring argument about how actually wonderful MJ is. I'd be ok with seeing him every morning.
But I will tell you, it was reading about the true character of the man that turned me into the fan that I am today. For I did have doubts from the media, for I was willing to accept the possibility. I read. And read. I understand so much about him, his family, the media, laws and how everything occurred. Initially furious at the truth under the scandals, I allowed myself to become a voice piece to fact -- a calm and intelligent force one must be for so many lies are told, often for money. My own woes, which pain me deeply, seemed so small in comparison. How did he continue? Ever trust anyone...? I surely would have gone mad and begun killing people or myself. He didn't.
Listen to the music. Watch the videos and performances. Your mother too. He is there, his message is simple but I wasn't ready to hear it when I was younger. Who speaks for the children now? What do they learn today? What of world peace? Racial harmony? Realize how truly dangerous and powerful this person became.
We idolize those who broadcast no morals, responsibility or thought to the world as a whole. Who is disgusting? Who? Yet I don't hate these new, odd failures of celebrities but I did...expect so much more. Why doesn't anyone else.
One should ask one's self where information comes from. Who wrote an article? Who is a source? And understand this person's life and upbringing from the poorest, blackest parts of the south. Be aware that this person faced tremendous racism which continues to linger. That's not an exaggeration, jokes or not, one can not "buy white" and more than complexion makes us who we are.
Although his heart is apparent, like myself, there are pieces that are forever to remain hidden. It is that mystery I think which makes other fearful and assume the worst -- I am hated and misunderstood for this sometimes too. Interestingly, "Michael" was another choice in what my mother might have named me (never mind the female ones ).
I wanted to give up so badly. I still do at times. For him, shall I speak, bother anymore with words that seem like so much wasted effort. Mr. Jackson gave me hope just by being himself.
This is not to say that I don't see him as perfect, I don't need to. And all one need do to repay him is absorb his lessons and messages and pass them on. He wouldn't want anyone to die for him. He'd want you to live and help others do the same.
I may be disgusting, but not this person is not.
The Magic and The Madness: sites sources, met him and family in person over a period of years. Balanced book of compliments and concerns.
Moonwalker: His autobiography
Redemption: Specific, legal facts by the prosecution of the first case.
The King of Pop's Darkest Hour: also specific but more personal from the other side of the case.
Dancing the Dream: A collection of his thoughts and poetry, speaks even louder than the autobiography.
I also read all of the negative and understand who those authors are and what their ulterior motives were. Instead, these are the books I'd recommend to anyone curious. I even understand a great deal about criminals and people who are truly capable of what Michael was accused of.
My habit in life is to adopt research projects, when I started this, that's all I intended. I didn't expect to find a hero in the process.
Good thing the library is 10 minutes away from me. I need some good reading material anyway. And if they don't have them, I might as well go buy them anyway from Borders; most likely I'll be reading them over and over again. To be very honest with you, I've had a very nasty two weeks, where people say I've been telling their secrets when I have not. Person after person continue to lie about me, turn and backstab me...and the only music that has kept me going without going completely insane was Michael's. I get a paycheck, I pay for as much Michael Jackson music as I can. I'm short two CD's, but that's it. Scream is one that has kept my head out of the water and kept me breathing. There are days when all I want to do is go home and dance...and the only music that I can dance to with an open heart is Michael's. Never mind that hip hop genre...there isn't feeling in that garbage. I listen to it, not to say I don't, but Michael's makes me give up the anger, the pain, the sorrow, everything. It's incredible. You know, even when the case was going on, something about it seemed very shadowed and wrong. I didn't understand. Michael seemed....oh, I don't know, tired. His face, his eyes...they didn't seem...right. I can't explain it. But at the time, I was very confused. The whole thing didn't seem to ring true, and even the gossip-mongers running around talking about it seemed only that--gossip mongers. I didn't see people telling truth rooted in fact. I saw animals yelling, yelping and screaming about the media's newest toy. It made me angry. I stopped watching TV after that.
Anyway, have you figured out if he has a new album scheduled for next month? I've heard so much, but again, rumors are not necessarily truth, so I was wondering if someone with more knowledge than I at this time would know. I'll go out this afternoon when I do my grocery run and get a couple. Thank you very much!
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More