Life As A Script

 Script writing is a craft that is really not the profession you all believe it to be.  An idea can appear on a page and that is me.  Fleshing it out is my imagery.  If a movie is made, I have to see it or it will not be.  It is nice to meet you.  I am Jennifer Karen Mayer, the lion of Metro Goldyn Mayer.  I am also Oscar Mayer.  Get it OSCAR.  I am also all other studios based on the fact that my grandfather James King was the head of the star system and designed casting couches not to discriminate or have sexuality, but to test acting ability, chemistry between players, and also to inspect genitalia so that rumors could not fly.  To keep imagery solid, actresses needed to be tremendously satanistic, not Wiccan and thus they were actually male.  Believe what you wish but I am the sacred and now am being stalked by another scriptwriter cop from L.A.  They are fake cops, but really believe that they can write.  Their abilities are strong, and their delusions are stronger.  Their schizophrenia pervades and pollutes a whole vicinity around me.  Please stay away if you are showing signs or are even prone to using the words crazy or insane.  It means you are a violent sex offender and are tremendously crazy and insane, thus unstable around me.  If you talk too loudly, you could get arrested, so please keep it down.  Here is a script for you all.  I walk late at night, all looking for a fight.  Cops, ambulances, fire, and a helicopter, with civilian lookouts lock step around me on all sides.  It lasts 16 hours.  It was real.  In it I handle a hostage situation with a modified M16 clip and my own abduction twice, once by an unpatrioted Ethiopian illegally in this country.  The cops and sheriff department stalk and try to lock ME down the whole time.  That was Thursday night into Friday morning.  Vie 112