Imortalizing Belle Burch


Belle Burch
To Me

Apr 19 at 9:41 PM

Hell yes I want to see a dance show on Broadway. I’ve always wanted to see a Broadway show. I’ve been in NYC twice but failed both times to get overpriced tickets to any Broadway shows enough in advance to make one. Why do you ask?

On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:

Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.

I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.

I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?


I feel I have emerged from the Labyrinth. I feel, so free to say this without regret, without shame, without remorse….I am in love with Belle Burch!

This is a victory for both of us, for within minutes of beholding her, I knew I was going to immortalize her. I knew she was the one after capturing her in a video. I turned off my camera in order to explain to her why she is the one. I just said the name “Rosamond”.

I regretted turning off my camera, and later, wondered why. The answer is……….this was something that just concerned us. This was something just between her and I. This was love. I did it………..for love! This is what lovers do, they retreat from the world, and go to that very special place. How many lovers believe they were destined for one another?

Belle took my number. For a week she did not call. I went looking for her in Ken Kesey Square. She was not there. Three women is costume were selling tickets to the Roller Derby. I bought two. When Belle did not call, I went by myself. Perhaps fate would have it that she bought a ticket too. As the skaters went round and round the track, Belle did not appear. I assessed how old I was, and came up with thirteen. My heart was pounding. My breath was taken away, more than once. I could not stop looking at the video, and that shot where she looks dead at me. Then, she smiles. She feels the truth. She knows, as many women know, I am attracted to her. This is the oldest ritual known to Humankind. Am I aware of our age difference. Yes. But for that, everything would have turned out different. But for that, I would not be hunted down as a sex fiend and stalker.

I suspect I had a son by a woman who said this within ten seconds of being introduced to me;

“I want your baby!”

We left the bar.

Women will follow a hunch, follow a total stranger out the door, with no reservations. Five years, and two children, later, they come out of their trance.

“What have I done! I married a monster!”

Belle Burch is the co-founder of ‘The Godzilla Run’. Godzilla is our baby. Belle will forever be associated with Thomas Pynchon’s obsession with Godzilla. Belle makes a move towards me. She does not come at me directly. She pretends she in interested in what Red Beard has to say, but, she keeps her mind on her prey. She comes up behind me. I almost let her go. I almost chickened out as I felt her wonderful energy reverberating up my spinal cord. I turn – just in the nick of time!

The rest, is history. Alas Belle calls me. We meet for two hours. We could have carried on for another hour, but, her cellphone rings. We exchange e-mails. She tells me she is a dancer. I have been looking for a dancer to help me do a performance piece for my story ‘The Birth of Venus’. Belle misunderstands my intentions. She thinks I have invited her to go to New York City with me to take in a Broadway show. I am, overcome. I am in a real quandary, for, being in love with Belle was just enough for me, enough for this old man who may be dying of prostate cancer that has rendered him impotent.

Belle has the same Baby Face that my friend Bryan owned. He sang at my wedding. He was a wonderful artist who did drawings of Surfer Girls. Bryan died of a heart attack in New York City. Bryan’s mother was a Flamingo Dancer and Bryan says she influenced his music. I beheld Bryan’s playfulness in Belle. Bryan jokes about being turned down after he auditioned to become a Monkee. He laughs as he considers if this was a great injustice, and indeed he was ‘Monkee Material’. It is/was never about lust. We fell in love with almost everyone. Everywhere we LOOKED, there was LOVE!

Would Belle have made a great lip-sinking Monkette, if they had a Girl auxiliary band back when? It’s never too late. Alley could do her – look at my cute ass routine – that she did in the Kesey Square Revival! All her alleged free-styling moves of joyous homelessness, were carefully choreographed by a team of deadly serious attorneys. You got to laugh! Just follow the bouncing ball of legal claptrap marked out in chalk. Groove to the Letter of the Law! Get legal lessons from a washed out Saturday Marker Artist. This is the stuff Musicals are made of.

Here you go; Alley Valkyrie, and Davy Jones, a Grand Match on the Big Board! Think of the overly enthusiastic children they could have put on the earth.

Take note that Love is a mixed-race rock band – a first! Jimmy Hendrix idolized Arthur, and stole his look. Arthur caught wanna-be, Jim Morrison, going thru Bryan’s things at the castle, and kicked his ass.

How these musicians were able to produce legendary works of Rock N’ Roll without the help of a lawyer – are anything that resembled reality – is a true miracle! Belle, told me to my face, her ambition was to be a Radical Artist. Sounds like real trouble! Good for her! Her real obsession is ‘The Tango’. I knew of the Flamenco mix. I improvised with a flamenco-sitar mix. I could have been a rock star, but, my plate was full. My muse runneth over. Bryan and I made a blue print in my backyard around a fireplace. We were the school artists, and dropped out of the eleventh grade in 1963. We took a huge risk! So did Belle! This is why she passes with flying colors!

Take note Belle’s alleged lover, Ambrose Holthem-Keathly, did not come meet with this Big Bad Wolf, and be sure I had no intention of hurting his woman. Why is that? Why did he lurk in the background – even before Belle called me and set up our meeting? Who is protecting Belle from those who truly did her harm?

Love is an American rock group that was most prominent in the late 1960s and early 1970s. They were originally led by singer/songwriter Arthur Lee[1] who wrote most of the songs, although some of their best known songs were written byBryan MacLean. One of the first racially diverse American bands, their music drew on a diverse range of sources including psychedelia, folk, hard rock, blues, jazz, flamenco and orchestral pop.[2][3]

How ironic! Attorney, JEAN Stacey, led the SLEEPS twelve into the City Manager’s office with the intention of getting Pretty Belle arrested. How could she? Look at that baby face! “Sleepy Jean” could be code for Mary Jane – POT!  This will be the theme song at the beginning of my Fake Art Movie, starring faux artists, pretending they did the artwork I bought from Goodwill. The whole movie will be poorly lip-sinked.

Belle had to know we would be sharing the same room. Belle had to know, if I was twenty-four years of age, I would take out my magic wand and get her to give me sex. Men want sex. It’s the way it is. Look at the way she looks at me. Look at her stick her tongue at me. Look at how hot her grin is. I had to turn the camera away, because, this was such a private matter. I turned my lens her way again, and captured the core reason why I fell in love with Belle. What man in his right mind, would not – regardless of his age? If he is a heterosexual, this playful LOOK says….


That LOOK is permissible in any court of law!

“Case dismissed!”

However, there was one big problem. If Belle and I ended up in a hotel bed in the Big Apple, I could not consumate………our destiny! I felt very handicapped due to my age and my cancer. These things are not happy considerations. My plight did not go well with that joyous smile, on that beautiful face. There is a good chance I sabotaged our……….

This is a Greek Tragedy. To be continued. For now, Belle, practice your Tango to this opening song. It was I who said such a strange thing to Bryan in 1963, when he came to me and said he loved my sister, but, wanted to see other beautiful young women. There is a stage, a dance floor, that awaits us. We will do the Tango! I have set the scene, and the stage. I prepared – your way! You are my Star!

Turn down Tango video and listen to Love video. THEN, when second song begins, click on next video with sound turned down.

I was a great dancer in High School. I did my own choragrpahy before a mirror every day. I danced the Bolero for Marilyn’s sixteenth birthday. I pegged my pants and owned a pair of Spanish boots. Bryan offered to teach me some chords. After learning the basic four, I said;

“That’s enough. I just want to improvise. I don’t want to become an expert. I like finding unknown notes while I gaze at the painting I have just completed. Nothing….. comes from me!”

Belle, was – is my Ginger Rogers! This is……..’The Last Dance”!  Dancing is – timeless! The world wants to see ‘Tango – A Love Story’.  Be the author. Find your Star!

Play this video with Ann Moore song.


Jon Presco

Copyright 2016

Jon Presco

I Fell In Love With Belle Burch





The truth is out. I fell in love with Belle Burch almost the moment I lay eyes on her. I don’t think she knows how beautiful she is. Belle’s Beauty can wake the dead. She has the rare combo, beauty on the inside, and out. She is every man’s dream. I knew I had captured her in this video. My angel-muse told me that’s it.

“You have the end of your book ‘Capturing Beauty’. Now go! Run away! Lest something go wrong. It will never get better than this!”

I understood there was something already wrong. Belle is twenty-three, and I am sixty-seven. However, Belle doesn’t seem to notice. Is she this much of a flirt? For sure she is a model, for almost every frame is worthy of the cover of a fashion magazine. At least I think so. Maybe I am wrong. Or, I am in love?

Night before last I had a dream. I was gently kissing Belle’s long neck like Van Clyburn playing a Chopin Nocturne. I feel her resonating, her opening up. No harm in this. Now, kiss her hand, her fingers…..I woke myself up!

For two years now, I have had a untreatable sleeping disorder. My doctor told me I stop breathing many times during the night. This happens when I go into dream state, when I dream of my youth and happier days with my family. He asked me if I have a wife, who would wake me…….if? This is why I am desperate for an heir.

I am going to erase the events of our second meeting, and the truth I might have broke Belle’s heart. Because, can it be, Belle fell in love with me…..just a little?

I will make the case for older men falling love with a young woman, and vise versa, and leave it for prosperity, just in case there is ever such a meeting again. I doubt it. I know I will never fall in love again. I know there will never be a story like this one, about a beautiful princess who awakens a king – who must do all his deep dreaming in the world wide web. Belle, is my dream come true!

Stephanie at Gyzmobite taught me how to capture frames from our video. Artists have long owned this ability. Now, we are alone. Just my muse, my blue vase holding my brushes, and…..The Insprired One!

This is what I wanted. This, and nothing more.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

















This was posted by John Monroe.

HIs fear is dangerous, his illness is dangerous, his bigotry is dangerous. And I’m seeing just three people willing to put up a defense against that danger. And while obviously psychotic and seemingly paranoid as well, he is above all a threat to people in our community.

I’d like to point out the following two quotes from Presco:

“She’s the head of the dragon of fear! She should have not let me know that, because when I have to fight, I go for a head shot! Especially when the body is so co-denedant to Alley.
Yesterday at 12:33pm”

“Greg Presco She retreated in this chat. She bid you to protect her. How are you going to do that? She already lost. I am going to immortalize her along with Belle. No one can stop me. They will be famous.”

Anyone acquainted with the subtleties of violent communication can see that Presco entertains death-phantasies regarding Alley and Belle. Every psychotic lone shooter imagines themselves and their target as dual immortalities — here Presco sees Belle and Alley as potential victims that can turn him into an Eternal Name.

His desire to be an artist (fueled by his mother, who suppressed his sister’s talents so he could be the family star, see my post earlier in the thread for the links to demonstrate this) is his way of desperately seeking immortality as he gets closer to death. I imagine his belief that Alley wants Belle for herself has something to do with his own erotic phantasies, obviously still running just fine regardless of whether his genitals work. His desire to demonstrate his superior masculinity is linked to obvious male socialization patters. Cf. Oregon Duck rape scandal(s).

HIs fear is dangerous, his illness is dangerous, his bigotry is dangerous. And I’m seeing just three people willing to put up a defense against that danger.

And while obviously psychotic and seemingly paranoid as well, he is above all a threat to people in our community. None of the people coming forth to defend him or accuse Jeff, Puck and Rodolfo of bullying are offering any alternative. Little more than passive-aggressive PC victim blaming. Nothing Alley hasn’t been the target of before with regards to her homeless advocacy. And of course we’d all like for Presco to have a mental health options.

But he’s a menace first, and mentally ill second.

Presco, even if he is practically unlikely to do violence to Alley and Belle, clearly desires to do so. It is written all over the place. And obviously he is sick.

But what is even sicker are the tepid defenses of his behavior and the disgraceful attacks on those few people offering a defense of two women being targeted by a creepy, menacing white cis male who is homophobic, sexist, anti-homeless and a bourgeoise classist.

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1 Response to Imortalizing Belle Burch

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Heidi Hatry would defend Bell against me by rendering her ugly. She would drape her in stinky pig skin and splash blood on her. She would make her a member of the Head Huntress Death Cult.

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