Stop making sense? Really? Oh you were just kidding? While hiking in Croton I met some kid from Burns Film Center who was working on a doc about profiling...I tried to get him to see that continuing to play into a race "issue" focussed project was impractical..I told him what happened to me in 1993 and about my own project and how it's even devolved into Jane Kartsch of Bikram Yoga Yorktown creating fals police reports and cruel pointless sabotaging mind games....all because me a nice white girl, had my head severely bashed in by the knee of a Robin Given's looking NYPD animal. He gave me his card...interestingly enough I didnt call it for many months and when I finally did lol? He practically hung up on me....But how would this piece of shit hypocrite act if suddenly he saw me babysitting for Jonathan Demme's grand kids? Its not that I hate people....but like George Michael sings "Its hard to love when theyre so much t hate" and frankly its not possible to love anyone when theyre full of their own shit...love is getting them to see it no?
I still need to imagine Jonathan Demme isn't a full on disapointing asshole like so many others we iconoSIZE and use as guides, road markers etc via art through life because thats how it's always been....ask the catholic church what Michelangelo and Susan Lucci have in common. Ask the pentagon, ask Tom Cruise, ask Oliver Stone....survivors because even though theyre bascially Mephistoes during war times....we forgive them...and ticket sales to movies at some point because more serious a "growth" industry than anything even remotely related to farming. The perversio is so entirely off the charts its not possible for me to embarrass myself...and so at this point...Im left to simply point out that ugliness as the only solution or remedy to it....ADMIT IT....allow everyone to experience joy by letting go of dumass secrets...thats shoudl be Obama's battle cry....Bush and Cheney should be sentenced to living on farms in the middle east...any country at all....fuck it let them go to europse...just OUTSIDE of the US...like bad dogs set to the wolves. But no we have to fake smiles and pretend we dont know sugar causes diabetes...stop making sense and then what? Watch people you counted on hang up on you?
Check this out Jane. Check this out Bkram. Jonathan Oscar Demme while casting for Silence of, invited me to babysit for him after people had given him a tape of my (very first ever written or recorded) songs. (I was later told Jonathan Williams listened to it for the soundtrack but opted not to). Anyway, I told Demme in that phone call I didnt feel right because I wouldnt be devoting my attention to the kid, (a newborn named Brooklyn). Because I was obsessed with paying off my (then ($8000) student loan debt asap I was holding out for songwriter-no more waitress, babysitter, personal assistant etc. Imagine? He kindly gave me his telephone number like a concerned father and told me to be careful on the road, as word got out these "manson like hippies" were seducing me...But here's the thing....Jonathan gave me his personal number and I never once called to bother him...until 6 months later when I was sort of set up in LA.....I was so excited to talk to him about his assistant telling me that my song had a shot at being in the soudntrack etc....but the first words he said to me were "How did you get this number?" It was so disappointing...I never called it again until in 1993 I had my head bashed in by a black woman cop name Deborah Moore....Jonathan pretended to give a shit...but passed me onto Aida, and the rest.....all these people had so much money, I naively believed I only needed ot e patient before being tossed a bone....but I dont really hate Jonathan...he picked and choosED how he wanted to spend his time an dignore me and my shit...s'ok...THAT is life....but the rest if the people mentioned...all came after me , with lies and spins.....so really Jane an dBikram...IM just using a kind of shock tool to get JOnathans attention...because if he doesnt tell my story...Erool Morris will...you mother fucking fucktard pieces of shit...and Jane will pay my loan.
(These people are all about hiding their sideways...ask Jeanne Kunt Anzalone working as a teacher in Clinton's backyard-see? all these poeple think theyre SO important-any association with someone in my admittedly sad and patheiuc situation is undesirable to say the least...but they dont just ignore u like roadkill on the side they RUN ME< EACH OTHER OVER! SO who the fuck wants to talk about "health care? Or "the" economy? Full of shit murderers who kill each other out of a perverted misdirected jealousy like need to "make it" to the top of somebody else's made up mountain...)
Picture these nutty yoga people loading up everything I owned into trash bags, while calling it a something in cancer or capricorn lingo bs? a "spitual cleanse" etc) and probably going through the bags outside the Carmine Street apt...ran up a $7-800 phone bill etc....and I ended up givong my apt away to poeple who stole it out from under me...but I was young enough still I was resilient...anyway....Demme actually tried to talk me out of leaving NYC probably because everyone around me was scared to death by Bikram Melbourne family who basically scooped me up and out of NYC to go to LA....1989...what a story right Jane? In 1989 Im doing Bikram...but that's of absolutely zero value or acknowledgment to you really? These people indirectly related to Bikram stole EVERYTHING. But years later, I go thru the steps to try to get SOME of that back by working in a career I was really loving....again? Ripped away from me WITHOUT EXPLANATION? False police reports no less lol!!!!! If there was an internet back then no one would have dared TOUCH me with their lying ass. How is insanity possible Jane? Victimized over and over....and then you jump on board with that same routine? Why? Stop making sense? Oh ya ok. Stopped making sense you mean Jonathan?
Only $8000. Now the debt combined with the interest is almost $30,000! ALl because Im such an awful dangerous person? Or because Ive remained over the years so chronically vulnerable you mother fuckers just didnt know who you were running over? That you coukld get away with it? See where we go with this? You will pay that debt right? At least that....Seemed astronomical then...but look at me go huh? Tell me Im crazy to believe Jonathan Williams might offer me $10,000 for the song My Devil? A tape that made it's way through Columbia Records, Capital, Virgin, Phillip Glass (ASK Kurt Munkacsi)...I could seriously go on naming a dozen moe elton john caliber music people...and that was for my FIRST attempt at writing songs. But Im crazy to go for it? To think its delisional for me to think maybe I could make a TINY amount of money with a great song, I could be proud of, an dactually send a cleverly hopeful message out thru the airwaves? But because Disney execs loved their Britney Spears style child porn world design? Fine....
But I get stopped from becoming a Bikram teacher? (A job a monkey could pull of if necessary)? Im stopped from making that money? Again?
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