Belle’s Hands

Here are the hands of Belle Burch who knew I was filming her. She looks concerned. She approaches me. She wants me to erase this video. She and her Mob are not in Ken Kesey Square for the Art Walk. They could care less about art. They should have put up a sign:

“FUCK ART! GIVE US YOUR MONEY!”

They needed money, if there is to be a trial. Charges were dismissed. I USE some of this history in my story ‘The Royal Janitor’ because, I was there for the art! I have been on the bus with Ken Kesey, a fellow writer!

FUCK YOU!

All of them fucked with the BIGGEST HELLRAISER in Eugene, Oregon, and California! Live and learn!

After our two hour meeting, Belle asks for more personal information. When she used the word “storytelling” I wondered if she was going to author a story about me and my famous family. This is when I began posting our contact in this blog – and copyrighted it. Here’s what a hostile biographer of my late sister said in his book;

“She had me cornered. I was trying to reason with her and get away before things got out of hand. She kept coming at me, and the bed was right there, so I finally whapped her. And it was like Bozo the clown. She bounced off the bed as if nothing had happened, and just kept right on coming. I was finally able to get around and out of the room, and years later I asked her if she remembered me slapping her during that episode. She had no memory of it whatever.”

My kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, was Paris Jackson’s Godmother. Stalking laws were made to protect celebrities.

https://www.elle.com/uk/life-and-culture/a22515466/paris-jackson-public-stalker/

John Presco

“I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.

Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?”

 I want those details and stories. Please.

Hey Jon,

It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.

By the way, Why “John Ambrose”? Is that your middle name? Nom de plume? Highly synchronistic, as my current partner’s legal first name is Ambrose. I’m very curious about this.

Also, I thought you preferred to spell your name without the “h”?

Here’s the poem I said I’d send you.
Haven’t read any of your emails yet, will get to that soon.
Last night I fell
asleep in a tent on the concrete
in front of city hall
to the sounds of a quiet radio-
some show about the Bermuda Triangle.

PARIS JACKSON

She said to her loyal fans:

So, some people are asking me about this person that I commented about on Instagram earlier today. About how she stalked me for a while. Just to be clear, it’s been years and I haven’t talked shit this entire time. I’ve tried to be civil, I’ve tried to be nice. I tried to end things on a positive note. I can’t really take it anymore.

She went on to detail the abuse she claims to have suffered:

They’ve bullied a lot of my loved ones, my close friends and I’ve begged for years for them to leave me alone, but they won’t. I’ve tried blocking them, and their two friends, who also do the same thing. I just can’t take it anymore.

I’m, actually talking about it publicly for once. All I’ve asked is for them to just leave me alone. We used to be friends, and that’s why I tried to end it on a positive note because I did care about this person, but they just won’t and I’ve begged and begged for them to leave me alone but they won’t.

They keep putting out this idea that we were so close, and we were best friends. They still talk about it as if we still are friends – but we’re not, and it’s been years and they still won’t leave it alone and they on’t leave me alone.