Donna Alice Christ was my friend and roommate. When I was thrown out of Sacred Hearts with a bad case of pneumonia, I found my way to Royal Avenue Shelter. After a month I got into the SHIPS housing program, and was sent to live in a house on Kincaid. Donna also lived at Royal Avenue, and was sent to this house. We became good friends. I knew her when she robbed two banks. I caught her trying to steal my bike. She is mentally ill. I let her go – after buying her lunch!
I heard from Donna eight years ago. She wanted me to move to Canada and marry her so I would be a Canadian citizen. I asked her if she was out early, on parole, and she changed the subject. I own a homemade card she sent me from the Fed lock-up in Texas with a drawing of her seating on the Lear Jet that took her to Texas. Donna is an accomplished artist. Here is an article I found.
I saw Donna go after a woman. The eyes of the shark roll back before it bites its prey. You want to stay on her good side. She is the star of the rogue’s gallery of dangerous women I have known. This is why I refused to remove everything I wrote about Belle Burch – after Alley Valkyrie threatened to destroy me. Here is my mug shot on the fake site the Alley Brat put me on – after Mayor Kitty Piercy evicted HER WORDS from her Facebook.
Alley is a hack psycho-artist who tried to sell her crap at the Saturday Market. She is a Art Terrorist. So is Donna, she saying she has taken hostages. Alley meets Donna. I will sell tickets. Who would think that Eugene has a more dangerous Art Scene than New York.
Belle is an artist, too. Here she is working on a donation at her clandestine Art Party. She got caught – by me! What a Pro! Notice the her lips that are telling her to keep her mouth shut while the Mark hides her face. This is exciting three-monkey stuff! Who knew the art world was full of this kind of intrigue! They were afraid I was moving in on their turf. Donna and I were Homeless Art Stars. I ended up founding a newspaper. Donna wanted my last name. How desperate was she? Identity-theft and murder. I would know too much.
Here is my friend, Stefan Eins. He looks like he’s getting our torture chamber ready for our next captive. But, looks are deceiving!
Stefan erected a make-shift jail in a Fashion Modem show that featured Cop Art, the art of NY Police. I started a Musical around Belle where we board a train to NY. Stefan is the Ringmaster who loves Fred Astaire.
President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.
Ashley Hewes: All of his writings remind me of the beginning of every sick serial killer movie I have ever seen
Ashley Hewes: Mary people like this hurt people who turn the other cheek. That is all I have to say, I will not stand idly by when there is something I can do to quell his obsessing. I would be willing to become the object of his obsession if I felt it would work. But that would be detrimental to his health.