Monthly Archives: February 2015

Skateboarding With Broken Hand

Here I am skateboarding on Easter Sunday. I have a cast on my hand that I broke punching a wall at Kathy’s house after Marilyn told me she slept with a twenty-four year old Jet-Setter from Germany. I was seventeen. … Continue reading

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Dundon Brother Transference

Michael Dundon had to have Christine when he first lay eyes on her. There was a light around her. ┬áThis is what he wanted. Michael’s brother Jim Dundon, was twenty-four when he married by younger sister, Vicki, when she was … Continue reading

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The Atlas of Beauty

My biggest regret in life was not buying a Instamatic camera and ten rolls of film when I was with Rena. Jon http://www.forbes.com/sites/guymartin/2015/02/26/atlas-of-beauty-photographer-mihaela-noroc-maps-the-great-faces-of-the-world/ Romanian photographer Noroc Mihaela is on a mission to photograph women from every single country on Earth … Continue reading

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South Carolina Nazi Caliphate

As I predicted, the Republican Church wants to be like radical Islam. Above are pics of the last Pope giving the Nazi salute, and, as a member of Hitler Youth. Jon Before you can join the Laurens County Republican Party … Continue reading

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Art From the Akashic Records

The remedy for the Rosamond Identity Crisis is for everyone involved to accept the truth I am the source of much creativity. Christine did this, but, failed to come to an agreement with me. This is because I got in … Continue reading

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Rosamond’s Tower of Love

Now that I have proven there was a secret meeting held in Christine Rosamond’s house, and that there exist a conspiracy to alter true events and conditions surrounding the drowning a famous artist, I can take My Story, and Storytelling … Continue reading

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Sande Green – Blonde Bombshell

Michael Harkins spotted Sande Green getting out of a limo and walking ahead of us to attend Christine Rosamond Benton’s funeral. “Look at her. What a knock-out! Who is she?” my best friend asked. “I don’t know!” I replied. I … Continue reading

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