a moment of silence and a prayer for the great teresa brewer tonite and slavesinger story retold again ,in her honor...Using my talent for my goals and dreams cost me way too much w/ the kind of people I had around me ;here’s the situation IE: :ok- SINATRA ,CARLEY SIMON,ETC ETC , I wrote nothing down but I want to sue you, Madonna, JACKSON , STING,ETC ETC , for taking my songs -better yet, forget THE lawsuits ! - I’d much rather tell the world ,so I can slander myself ,w/ this story …, that’s the situation I could never REALLY talk about, till 1992, when I saw the first triple homicide.SINCE: I WAS THREE AND A HALF YEARS OLD- ALL I EVER WANTED TO BE was ‘’A STAR’’ and, SING ORIGINAL SONGS AND, PLEASE MY MOM, By THE TIME I WAS 26- I MADE A BATCH OF ORIGINAL-SONGS, in rolls; jamin’;&,all those songs EACH MADE HUGE MONEY;AWARDS;FAME; IMMORTALITY ,AND ALMOST ALL OF MY SONGS MADE NUMBER ONE, AND, MADE MILLIONS and millions ,of dollars . my 2 jealous siblings ripped me off; taping me ,and, took all my songs off ,to their spousal Sicilian Italian CONNECTIONS and, had me massively plagiarized, in Hollywood, SO , for some three-decades I KEPT ON SINGING AND MAKING UP SONGS AND I was RIPPED OFF AND ,plagiarized –verbatim- ,and, I kept singing like an idiot ,for my scared momma, and ,for the love ,OF my secret crush, on a former nun ,and, high-school art-teacher . I didn’t listen, to, EITHER OF my parents who said ‘PLEASE: stop singing; you get nothing, but, ripped off, and they will kill us all!!’ …the first five $million filtered its way, into the family, and, my mom got her dream house Salem street Lynnfield; ma.
I was a secret alright ,and, my mom started sticking up for me, while everyone else , especially, my 2 jealous siblings got rich ,but, I never separated from my mom ,except for the army, and, to go to college ;always ambitious; always trying to make my parents very VERY proud, and, WHEN I WENT AWAY ,that’s ,when mom disappeared ;I couldn’t say anything- stupidly- I trusted my family to handle everything ,as if they knew what they were doing and ,wouldn’t harm me or ,especially my mom. the more I sang ;the more I expected good will happen - nothing was ever the same ,and the secrets got bigger and now, all I have is polygraph to rely on ,and a horrible story about those who knew too much ,or who were too close, and all those who did get killed. My sister and brother called me insane because they were guilty.I don’t want to be a slave singer, to mob, or Watergate, for Hollywood.
