itsjustdesire:

That story of MJ swerving Joseph is basically how Daryl swerved that old man in Bad lol

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justmoonwalkersthings:

That you are perfect and you are not here. That´s the problem

justmoonwalkersthings:

That you are perfect and you are not here. That´s the problem

mylifeinvincible:

 MJ: Stranger In Moscow,Ohh.. Wait, what the fuck? Whatever,Im going bitches. 

mylifeinvincible:

 MJ: Stranger In Moscow,Ohh.. Wait, what the fuck? Whatever,Im going bitches. 

jbetcom:

Michael Jackson - Dangerous - 1991
Original album cover
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jbetcom:

Michael Jackson - Dangerous - 1991

Original album cover

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nice-wig-janis:

iconic

nice-wig-janis:

iconic

mjslays:

"Michael’s first car was a Mercedes. Then he bought a black Rolls-Royce, which he later painted blue.
It was in the Rolls that he was stopped one day — not for fans outside the gate, but by a Van Nuys policeman.
'This looks like a stolen car,' the officer said. He didn’t recognise Michael, who wasn’t wearing a disguise that day. Michael explained politely that he did, indeed, own the car. But the officer went ahead and ran a check on the car, and found that Michael had a ticket outstanding.
The next thing Michael knew, he was sitting in the Van Nuys jail. Bill Bray bailed him out. I didn’t even know what had happened until he came home.
'You should have asked the officer what a stolen car looks like,' I said after he related his adventure. Perhaps the cop had felt that a young black man didn’t belong behind the wheel of a Rolls.
But Michael was not only put out by the experience, he professed to be happy.
'I got to see how it felt to be in jail!' he exclaimed.” ~Katherine Jackson

mjslays:

"Michael’s first car was a Mercedes. Then he bought a black Rolls-Royce, which he later painted blue.

It was in the Rolls that he was stopped one day — not for fans outside the gate, but by a Van Nuys policeman.

'This looks like a stolen car,' the officer said. He didn’t recognise Michael, who wasn’t wearing a disguise that day. Michael explained politely that he did, indeed, own the car. But the officer went ahead and ran a check on the car, and found that Michael had a ticket outstanding.

The next thing Michael knew, he was sitting in the Van Nuys jail. Bill Bray bailed him out. I didn’t even know what had happened until he came home.

'You should have asked the officer what a stolen car looks like,' I said after he related his adventure. Perhaps the cop had felt that a young black man didn’t belong behind the wheel of a Rolls.

But Michael was not only put out by the experience, he professed to be happy.

'I got to see how it felt to be in jail!' he exclaimed.” ~Katherine Jackson