Christine’s Ashes Ended Up In Whore House

After Garth had the police put my niece in handcuffs, Shannon Rosamond asked for her mother’s cremated ashes. Garth put them out on the stoop, and slammed the door. The Abusive Husband was – home alone!

The legal history of the world famous woman artist consists of moving Dead Christine all over the place, along with the Living Cristine. These confounding placements are equaled by the movements of my nephew, Shamus Dundon, who get’s moved all over the place, to make sure he is NEVER next to Christine, lest he be bid to give an eyewitness report, and, be guilty of Life Insurance Fraud.

The biggest mystery is, who wrote ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ and, what became of Christine’s autobiography?  There was a tag-team of writers to go with the team of executors and lawyers. If John Steinbeck and Truman Capote were alive today, I would send them samples of this blog – just to make them jealous! I suspect Thomas Pynchon is jealous, he reading this blog just to see how our ex-wife is doing.

Above are six beautiful women who were at my wedding reception. Mark’s lover has her eyes lowered. That is the actor, Rick Partlow, in Christine’s lap. Rick is trying to get Rosamond to produce a tragic life tale he owns while they consumer large quantities of cocaine. The Presco Children used to called Rosemary ‘Ma Barker’. In our teens she told us she made porno movies for Big Bone’s Remmer.

It’s all here, Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, Cannery Row, Tobacco Row, Inherent Vice. Christine’s favorite movie was ‘Chinatown’. I lost my first version of ‘An Untidy Death’ where I employ the family who get ‘The Drift’ of the Big Players in the Carmel art scene, and, pull up stakes. Grandpappy Rosamond’s Ozarkian brood are headen back up to Vacaville to pick onions and peaches for Henry Buck.

“We’ve had enough. You got too many water problems in this town, if your get my drift. We know when we are licked!”

This is a Black Mask revival.

Five miles out of town, Springfield Johnny slams on the breaks and make a U-turn on Highway 101.

“To hell with this! Who’s in for taking over Art Town and bringing them high and mighty folks – to their knees!”

It was a full moon weekend with lots of tidal action. A friend told
me that five other people were swept out to sea ( from California’s
north coast) over the same period. We went to look for shells and
tide pool creatures. Christine was sure the tide was going out. Did
she know what lay a head?”

“Tidal action? We”ll give them some “tidal action”.  Boys, break out the Tommy guns!”

“Yeeeeeee-haw!”

I condemn the use of weapons and violence. Vicki Presco disappeared the truth it was high tide when Christine allegedly took her eight year old daughter into the yaw of extreme danger. Vicki invented a Fake Death Scene. Outrageous! Vicki is a famous Judas. She criminalized members of her family for money. She needs to be put behind bars. Vicki knew there was a scam going on. Christine formed seven partnerships. How many policies were taken out?

There was a money printing machine down in the basement of the Rosamond gallery. There was a shitload of prints in the Benton garage. We’re talking about highly commercial art here. This story is the mate to ‘Big Eyes’. When Rosamond showed folks the counterfeit art operation the Benton’s were running, their eyes got – REAL BIG! They wanted in on the tidal action, the……………Rosy Wave!

John Presco

Copyright 2018

https://rosamondpress.com/2012/12/19/the-thin-man-meets-rosemary/

“Yeah, you’re right. We Prescos are washed up in this here town. Now, if you can hand over Rosy’s cremated remains, we will be on our way. What do you mean you put them down in the whore house? Are you trying to add insult to injury.

You know, I was going to pick up my cousin Wolf at the train station. But, we’ll be leaving him with you – friendo. He was in love with Rosy – a whole bunch! “

“You can’t miss him. He’ll be carrying a cardboard suitcase with Confederate flags all over it. And, he’s got really big hands!”

Grandma Rosamond Survives Terrorist Attack

Here is my great great grandmother taking on the terrifying Wolf at her door. I told a man at Riverbend why I got sober.

Shamus Dundon Describes Death Scene

 

Here is Shamus Dundon saying it was “windy” as my family walked along a sandy beach – that does not exist! It is high tide. The wind is blowing strong, so strong, it drowns out Vicki’s shouts. A rescue person told me he awoke to white caps as far as the eye can see. Strong winds produce large waves. This is a truth that can not be denied, but, Shamus gives it a shot. Do you see a beach?

An Untidy Death

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lovemtch555After Vicki and Garth Benton set Shannon Rosamond up for an arrest, Vicki got a call from the Monterey Police who had found Rosamond’s cremated remains in an urn placed in the hall of a notorious motel where prostitution was taking place. Vicki drove down from Oakland to get them out of the Jailhouse. From a Whorehouse to a Jailhouse, is yet another strange journey the Rose of the World – maketh!

Rosamond’s remains were seized by the executor, after the fight over them began. While in handcuffs, Shannon demanded her mother’s remains be given to her. Garth Benton went and got them, put them out on the stoop, and slammed the door. There was a stay-way order that was now null and void. Mr. Benton was King of the Roose – again!

Rosamond’s ashes sat in a warehouse of a holding company for months, until there was a break-in by a person un-known, who appears to have stayed in that sleazy motel overnight, and forgot them. I suspect a John spotted the urn on the dresser just as he dropped his pants, and, couldn’t get it up in front of the dead, he showing some respect by having his trick put them out in the hall where other hookers and Johns could see them as they made it to their rooms.

You can’t make this shit up. However, only the made up stuff made it into their books, or my nieces would have enjoyed the proceeds of a Best Seller.

The last journey of The Dead took place when Garth took Drew out to Rocky Point, called up Shannon on the phone, and laughed at her as he threw my sister’s ashes to the wind, as if he was flushing Christine down the drain.

I have yet to hear from Alan C. Fox who I let know of this blog. He has not called me to deny any wrong doing, or, deny he once owned the house at Rocky Point. When you look at his foundation, he says he and his family are conducting an experiment in philanthropy in order to see if they can contribute to the Social Good. One can say Fox is feathering his own nest, he even wanting to make his mother an immortal artist, have her good name live on, because, no one heard of this artist while she was alive. Fox tells the world his grand children are involved in this “grand experiment”. I may never see my talented grandson, Tyler Hunt, again. I have stated in this blog I am dropping his name through this blog, so when he grows up he may find himself on google – and his grandfather.

From the very beginning of my investigation, I suspected folks with a lot of money were influencing the direction my family was taking – in a covert manner. This, secret agenda may have given members of my family permission to do cunning and baffling things, in the dark, from behind the scenes. These things were not being done for the “social good”

When Sydney Morris sold my families arstistic legacy to Stacey Pierrot, she put a website on the world wide wed and generously filled it with Payola. Pierrot introduced the author, Sandra Faulkner, who she said Christine chose to help her complete her autobiography, after seeing her photo in the novel Faulkner wrote about a famous lesbian law suit. Love Match! Christine thought she and Sandra looked alike, and thus she was ‘The Chosen One’. Raise your hand if you believe – this!

The Rosamond Gallery webpage was established to promote Rosamond’s images for the sake of my nieces. Drew was now eleven. This webpage assures the world that Christine did not take her life as many around her feared she would. I bet Drew was relieved when she read that – and her classmates!

Pierrot then says the Rosamond women will appear on tasteful objects, such as throw-pillows. If one wanted more words from Rosamond, then they should have looked in the files of the court case Rosamond brought against her first promoter, Ira Cohen, in order to keep her women off objects like boxes of kleenex. Christine wanted to be seen as a serious artist, and not a commercial artist. Rosamond sued Ira for $3,000,000, 000 dollars because he exploited my sister in every way.

Then there is talk about promoting an image of a Frog in children’s hospitals. This frog looks like Faulkner’s creation. This frog prompted me to write a letter to Sydney Morris and demand he confiscate the notes Faulkner took when she allegedly interviewed Christine, because, they belong to the Heirs and the estate. This is when the Frog and Faulkner disappeared. Vicki told me Sandra embezzled the $5,000 adnave that was given her, an quit the project. I think this is a damn lie. I think she never talked to my sister, she having phantom interviews with a ghost, or, a witch.

I sent an e-mail to Faulkner asking her if she would contribute her notes to my book. I got no reply. Are the Last and Lost Words of Rosamond floating around out there? Or, just more buoyant lies that may have sunk below the surface, for a little while, but, there they blow, like Buoys of Truth that have popped to the surface, and just won’t go away with the tide. flotsam!

Of all the things I read, this line from Vicki presents the ability of those around Christine to tell sick and devious lies.

“Christine was sure the tide was going out.”

Talk about putting words in the mouth – of the dead – where they can not be evicted! Allow me! Is Vicki blind? Can not she see if the tide is low or high! Vicki was in the Navy where she was taught all about tides. Our father was in the Merchant Marines, and took us all fishing. It was a family tradition to look in the paper the night before, and read the Vital statistics so you can cast your weighted hook into the water – at hight tide!

Christine tells Donald Layne they are going to explore tide-pools in the morning. Why wasn’t a call made to the Coast Guard Station to get the time of the LOW tide? If my kindred were going down to the sea, to fish, the couldn’t have picked a better time! Vicki says in the Pinecone she suggested they go rent fishing poles. Have you ever fished in “brisk” weather, that often means if is cold and windy? What Christine’s lone obersavation about the tide, does, is make it all her fault – yet again! Everyone else, are just innocent bystanders!

My late sister was getting mixed messages. Donald says “take care” while Sande says, get drunk and throw caution to the wind! Khara Bromily does not want to mess with the Three Fates, and is kind of IFFY about telling Christine;

“What ever you do, stay away from large bodies of water – especially at high tide when the wind is blowing!”

“Jump Christine, my beloved hero, and let the wind catch you! You were born to soar like an eagle! Can I order you another cocktail”

Khara wrote the script for ‘The Rowdy Girls’ and ‘The Chosen One” that were made into movies that exploits Playboy Bunnies. Khara’s husband stood over my dead sister ‘The Chosen One of Rocky Point’ and gave a sermon. Shannon is put in handcuffs. Garth cackled as he sprinkles the ashes of the Chosen One at Rocky Point. A ninety year old crone is found in order to prove Rosamond was a genius in kindergarten. Rosamond creeps into a closet to secretly draw with a flashlight. Where is the Social Good? This is a B Movie, a Whore Flick!

Disappearing the wind, the house, and the millionaires, is, evil. To disappear the high tide – is to PLAY GOD!

Lately, all American have been treated to the filthy rich playing God with our politics. Billionaires can make anonymous contribution to campaigns. Romney believed he did not have to show his tax returns. One gets the impression the Rich are up there – with God – and thus are not culpable. I suspect members of my family saw the Godly Rich play with The Truth, and thus, they owned permission to follow suit. Now, many, people will pay the real piper! I just might be the real Art God!

My kindred, Gottschalk Rosemondt was the executor of Pope Adrien’s Will. Adrien hated the Medici family who took pennies the poor put in the collection plates, and commissioned world famous artists to render rich and gaudy works of art. Rosemondt used the Pope’s legacy to found the Pope’s College for poor boys, because Adrien had come to believe only boys from poor families could make good Popes and do Good things in the name of Jesus.

Rosemondt was the Master of Louvain, and the Falcon Art college. Bosch was commissioned by the Swan Brethren to do murals in the Churches my kindred founded in Holland. This is the tip of the iceberg of my tireless study that will make my family a famous Artistic Dynasty. We will all go down in history, and live forever, when the Truth Be Told! Mr. Alan C. Fox, and his kindred, will be written in the Artistic Record Books, thanks to this Poor Man, who as a Poor Boy owned a dream of being a world-famous artist one day. My mother wanted me to become a Franciscan Monk!

Then there are my coming revelation about the Holy Grail!

Stay tuned folks for more truth, given to the world for free for the benefit of the Social Good! As for Alan’s experiment, let us look at the cost of my philanthropy and the truth that the very rich blame the very poor for our nations unbalanced budget. The rich are never accused of having unbalanced brains because they got attorneys, verses, shrinks in their corner.

The proof is n the pudding. Look at the Whore Show they made! According to them the world economy collapsed because good people made good loans to bad people – poor people! The ruth is, bad people, made bad loans, to good people – and lied about these loans being bad so they could trade them on the stock market.

Pope Bennedict said he would step down today. Some of his Good Fathers chose to believe good little children wanted to do sexy and devious things, thus, it was good for them when they were sexually exploited.

My late sister deserved to be buried with dignity and respect – like most folks do! Those busness people who met in Rosamond’s homse the day before the funeral were looking for a way to get back in Rosamond’s good graces – postumously – because she had let them go, and was going to move to Indiana and let Circle Galleries manage her Art. Snyder’s book cast all financial blame on Christine Rosamond, and exhonerates her business people. After they throw their Scapegoat over the cliff, they took my family and threw us on their funeral prye in order to create a smoke screen. The Court and Snyder gave them a Second Chance! Shannon did not get – once chance!

The smoke, lifts. The tide, turns! Every dog has their day! Enter…..The Chosen One!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2013

http://fcfox.org/news/12-profiles_in_philanthropy_the_frieda_c_fox_family_foundation

http://philanthropy.com/section/Social-Good/365/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/10/14/godeschalk-rosemondt-renaissance-man/

Definition of ‘Social Good’
A good or service that benefits the largest number of people in the largest possible way. Some classic examples of social goods are clean air, clean water and literacy; in addition, many economic proponents include access to services such as healthcare in their definition of the social or “common good”.

Read more: http://www.investopedia.com/terms/s/social_good.asp#ixzz2Kbq6P6ov

“It was a full moon weekend with lots of tidal action. A friend told
me that five other people were swept out to sea ( from California’s
north coast) over the same period. We went to look for shells and
tide pool creatures. Christine was sure the tide was going out. Did
she know what lay a head?”

While there had been big waves visible farther along the coast, the
ocean’s surface here is calm. Though the tide may be turning, it
seems low.

Christine tells Layne that she and others are excited about exploring a small cove to search for any treasures left by the sea. That
evening, he sounds a warning;” If you go down to the ocean,” he tells Christine, “have a care.”

In the morning, under a windless sky, Christine, her daughter Drew and sister Vicki, make their way down a fence line.”

“It is nearly impossible for Vicki to believe that the jacket she has
retrieved from the iceplant is the same one Christine was wearing.
The world become bleary as Vicki tries to grasp the fact that the
ocean must have reached this far up on the slope. Un-noticed, Vicki’s
hands snap and unsnap the fastenings at the waist.” page 5

 

About Royal Rosamond Press

I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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