I am going around Linda and Heather in my family tree. Heather looks like Rosemary in this photo. I will assign the Hanson women to the evil things that were said about Christine and Rosemary who also tried to UNBORN ME! Patrice replaces me AS THE FATHER, as does Heather. She wants Linda to be progeny of her family tree. She is like Mordred. She is linked to her dead schizophrenic grandmother, Linda’s mother. Rosemary told her children she had a scholarship to Camillo State Hospital.
Here is The Insane Line of Gold-digging Women – who elect me A Comet King…………A Star Child! Was King Arthur a Star Child?
Rosemary
Betty
Patrice
Linda
Heather
Christine
In my book, Linda and Patrice ‘The Sleaze Sisters’ encounter the Spirit of Rosemary Rosamond in a dark forest and get shredded. My mother is the Queen of…………..? Who scares Heather back to her senses!
“How can aunt Linda be my real father, when she doesn’t have a penis?”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-XO4XiRop0
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mordred
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizophrenia
I Am A Comet King
In three hours I will be transformed. I will no longer be able to communicate with you on the level I have, because Earth is overcome with ugly humans who hate beautiful things, and the beautiful people who make these things. This goes for words.
The word comet comes from comb, as in combing ones long hair. Crowns are stars and eclipses of the sun.
Jon ‘The Comet King’
Dragon and Comet Born
Two weeks ago it dawned on me there exist no photo of my mother with her four children. She was not into celebrating our birthdays. My daughter, Heather, was born on Rosemary’s birthday. Her mother and her family kept it a secret for sixteen years that I was a father. They only let me know so ‘Their Gift from God’ could be in Christine Rosamond’s biography, and, become famous, too. It’s amazing how many people believe I am a vile person who deserves what I got. This must be my Karma.
Amy sent me a personal FB message wishing me a Happy Birthday. We have never laid eyes on one another. We met on facebook. I got no call doing the same. I heard no human voice honor the day I was born, until I went to Target to buy a frozen piece of cake, that they did not sell…
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