Last night I had a dream about Brian Purvis who kidnapped Rena on Pismo Beach. He took her a hundred yards down the beach, before he brought her back – at her insistence! Brian died a year ago and is Keith Purvis’ brother who disappeared five years ago.
I was at a funeral when Brian approached. He had a British air about him. The Purvis family never gave up their citizenship. Brian was telling me I was really on to something, and, not to give up. I had cleared the flight deck for take off of chapter two of the Royal Janitor. For an hour I have been walking around in a daze. I did not go directly to my computer. I thought about starting with an e-mail to Tim O’Connor telling him about my Ian Fleming revival. Then it heat me. Tim is Blue McDonald! We had not conversed in over a year. I was calling to him. He heard me, and sent me three photos – out of the blue! In one of them he is mooning the camera. I had forgotten that he had gone to Catholic School. I speak about talking with Tim on “the God-line”.
In back of Tim is a staircase. My muse descends. I believe Peter and I are roommates at the time. I have done a painting of Rena and begun a short story about her. ‘Golden Girls of the Corn Cob’. Rena is kidnapped by a cult of Amazons who believe she is the female Messiah. In the chapter I am about to finish, Victoria Bond is ritually crucified by Bluey and Luey, and the Phoenician Catholic League, because they believe her Dragon Bagpipes are a sacrilege, being she is playing them in a Protestant Parade. There is an ancient prophecy taken from an old Ionian poem. Anna McDonald sends her two good boys to drag Victoria out of the Orange Parade.
Jon-ah ‘The Dove’
Copyright 2018
On Thursday, June 21, 2018 02:55:25 AM PDT, Tim O’Connor <timoconnor@hitchhikingpoet.net> wrote:
High Old Buddy,
Hope this finds you happy and healthy!
Let me know if you get this…sure has been
a long time since we had contact…I’m still
in contact with Peter…I’m still living on the
boat in Holland…have more news too!
I send this now, hope it works!!
Love Peace Music, Your old Nutty buddy, Timmy Boy
I’ll send you a few photos from a gig I had last week
in a Farm Festival…
Call Me Blue
I am going forth with my vision. I am going to try to install a Fund Me key. I need to go to Holland.
Victoria’s Orange Parade
Posted on April 19, 2018
by Royal Rosamond PressBeing part Dutch, and able to trace her lineage to William The Silent, got Victoria Bond an invite to march in the Orange Parade. But, when she insisted she play her ‘Contraption’, some of the most diplomatic folks of the Isles slithered up to her, and, as calm as can be, tried to talk her out of it.
“There will be trouble!”
“What kind of trouble? There’s always trouble. I’m not giving up my pipes – mon! That would be like me, asking you, to give up your nuts. Coo’mon! Drop em!”
Jon Presco
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The Royal Janitor
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Jon Presco
Chapter Two
Call Me Blue
Blue McDonald paced back stage like a wild animal, or a mad-dog Gladiator who couldn’t wait to get in the arena and slaughter his first pack of cry-baby Christians. When the curtain opened a gap in the line, out he rushed to center stage. He now wished he had worn a larger collar because the blood was coursing through his neck arteries like a slege hammer. He yanked at his tie, and a button flew into the audience. Because of the spotlights, he did not witness the mad scrum for it. He had heard he was famous – real famous – but, he had not experienced that as yet. Thinking he had arrived, he now hears a crescendo of BOOS pouring down on him – like an avalanche!
“BLUE! BLUE! BLUUUUE!
“What the fook!” Blue uttered with a snarl…
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