A Diary In Beige Time

Last night I realized what this blog is: It is a Diary. It is my Justice Kavanaugh calendar. What is Brown (beige) Time? When I reread this yesterday, I had to credit my time with my best friend Bill Arnold – who was killed by a train twenty minutes past my eighteenth birthday – for the gift of thinking outside ‘The Brown Box’. I wondered if the train was late, and Bill meant to kill himself on my birthday in order to leave a message for me that in time I would decipher. This, death, is why I don’t celebrate my natal birthday. Thank God for my sober birthday.

“Note how the Prescos have decorated their home with the same somber browns found in The Arguement. The T.V. tray is brown, and the clock seems to exude – Brown Time. The lamp is the white-robed prophet bringing light into the dark Presco home, it growing darker by the day. Dee-Dee is all in brown and Vic has placed her before his son’s masterpiece, the only gift he ever recieved from any of his children. But, it turns out to be a Trojan Hosrse that sucked the life out of Dee-Dee and Vic – and drove them mad! They wanted to cry out, but, couldn’t! This was my vision from the Id, my monster I unleashed upon my father and his second wife, that was their un-doing. This was my revenge for Vic twisting my mother’s arm, forcing her to her knees before the Frigidaire because she did not know how to cook cattle kidneys.”

“You put them in a big pot – and boil the piss out em!” growled King Victor.

I am now promoting the color ‘Somber Brown’ found at your local paint store.

Above is a Rosamond Woman that looks like Melania who is the Queen of Beige  Von Trumpmeister made her the head of The Wishy-Washy Woman’s League. She is neither here, nor, there. She can straddle the fence on any subject. She is utterly non-commital. She is neighter black nor white. Her mediocre message is aimed at the Bland & Safe People, the Beige People. However, with her white pythhelemet, Melania may haved crossed the line. To top it off she sports a white French Coloninial Exploiter’s hat, with black chiffon rose, the Rose of Native Death. She is in full Brown Time. She has muddied the Cultural Waters. Real Time has been raped with the Rude Suggestion of Refinement and Art Knowledge. Barriers have been destroyed. We are forced to LOOK! We are captivated in the Brown Zone. The appropriate level of beige, is lost.

Above is Rosamond’s ‘Blue on Beige’. Did Christine use a image of Melania when she way a young model? There is a hint of Wyeth’s ‘Cristine’s World’. However, this is Rena Easton walking in a field of grass, a lost work that I am poised to replicate. If Christine were alive, and I was her manager, as she wanted, then I would be composing a letter to the First Lady suggesting it is time for a White House Portrait.

Bill Arnold was a Brilliant Genius that was born in the Military. He was an Army Brat that lived in France and Japan after the war. He saw the Aquarian American culture being overlaid on ancient and true cultures – because – we were the Victors!

“The Wheat and Locust people won the war. Lacking education, they began to turn everything beige.”

At thirteen I was enraptured with Bill’s utterly unique view of the world. I knew right away I was blessed beyond belief to know him. If Bill had spent more time being a genius, verses being a flamboyant and brilliant being, then we could read his amazing observations. My dear friends was an adventurer and risk taker. His sense of humor was otherworldly.

When we were fifteen we went Bill’s parents to visit Bryan Hammond’s huge ranch in the Sierra foothills. Bill and I stood on the back bumper of the military Jeep Bryan drove along the dirt road. Suddenly, Bill pried lose my grip and gave me a shove. I struggled to keep from falling on my face as I ran after the Jeep. Bill is laughing in his manic way. I jump on the bumper, and again Bill gives me a shove. I can barely keep up because I am laughing so hard. I get the gag. Arriving back at the ranch at dusk, my whereabouts becomes a serious topic. There are wild Mountain Lions who hunt at this time. The adults ask what happened;

“How should I know? Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Today I am going to attempt to replicate the painting I was doing when Bill died. He came and said hello to me. At the time, I did not know he came to say;

“Goodbye.”

Here is a video of me at the Schnitzer gallery inquiring about The Last Audience of the Hapsburgs’. I sent an e-mail to the head of Interpol about it. The current head has been disappeared by the Chinese. America used to have a Brilliant State Department made-up of Harvard and Yale graduates. There was a tradition of sending young American men and women of class, to Europe. Von Trump did away with this Brilliant Blue Light, and replaced it with ‘Beige Melania’ who I believe is seriously mentally ill.

The Washington Post has an article about how Congress blew the Kavanaugh tribunal because none of our elected officials knew anything about SEXUAL ABUSE. What ‘Bullshit Beige’! Pussy Grabber has been in office two years, and, not one Democrat put together a think tank on pussy-grabbing against a woman’s will? How about Bill Clinton and Monica? How to capture and hold the Moral High ground, is not even a paper, lest a think tank disguised as organized religion that is on the side of the Republicans. Christians are Sex Experts! They can’t wait to go after more Female Sex Topics. Was Melania sexual abused? She is just learning to be the Master of the ‘Beige Hint’ which suggests one has something to say, and too much to think about. Not thinking at all is to go Full Brown!

“She gave her glorious thousand-yard stare, that is famous for its empty space, its total VACANCY! Millions of Republican Women heaved a huge sigh of relief. For a moment, it looked like they were going to be challenged.”

There is talk about the Blue and Red Wave, but, I see the Giant Beige Wave crashing over us. Kegger parties down South, NASCAR Babes losing their virginity to Squealing Grunts and Morons. Then, there is the Beige-Green Wave.

When is the Democratic party going to pay for a survey of the Voting Habits of Potheads, who are leading the Anti-intellectual Movement in America. Due to the high levels of THC, making any kind of intelligent choice – is nearly impossible! One can not commit themselves to anything because of the Green Gnomes that herd ones crinkled brain cells towards the Neutral Position, found next to the EMERGENCY OFF switch!

Is Melania a Pothead? You know how kinky models are.

Let us title the new Dark Age………..Dark Beige Time.

John Presco 007

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