Shannon Rosamond And I

My niece, Shannon Rosamond, is sitting across the table from her mother. My nephew, Cian, is the subject in ‘Garden Child’.

Capturing Beauty


John Presco

Once upon a five hundred pound witch, named El Lardo, borrowed my late sister’s biography ‘When You Close Your Eyes’. She said she would read this book in a week. A month later I asked for it back. I notice about twelves pages have been dogeared. She denies having read this book, or passing it around. She then launches a attack with the other ugly creatures that live here. She is down there holding court as I type – with her coven. Kim Haffner plotted on how to become the center of attention after she read this book, because, she knew if I passed it around, I would be the center of attention, as would Christine, the world famous artist known as….’Rosamond’.

How many world famous WOMEN artists are there in the history of art? Fifty? Twenty? Five? They are extremely rare! Shannon and I are just putting it together, this very strange Straw Man Keep Away as masterminded by my Dark Brother, the racist hater of art. Mark is the Svengali lurking behind the scenes. He is the Destructive Phantom of the Opera who did vile things to eliminate the Adult Heir, and our sister’s teacher, who backed her against the Art Conspirators. The un-creative non-artists, have won – until this day! My parents never supported my art, or Christine’s, because that gave us a soapbox to stand on – with limelight – to broadcast into the covert oppression, and -EXPOSE THEM!

In the pic above I am doing a landscape to The Grand Canyon Suite. Alas, Christine and I are back together in the awakening of her beautiful daughter from the deep sleep the Deep Dark Liars – maketh! This is the dawn of a new day. The vines and thorns – melt away. A door to a castle – appear!

“Many a long year afterwards there came a King’s son into that country, and heard an old man tell how there should be a castle standing behind the hedge of thorns, and that there a beautiful enchanted Princess named Rosamond had slept for a hundred years, and with her the King and Queen, and the whole court. The old man had been told by his grandfather that many Kings’ sons had sought to pass the thorn-hedge, but had been caught and pierced by the thorns, and had died a miserable death. Then said the young man, “Nevertheless, I do not fear to try; I shall win through and see the lovely Rosamond.”


Kim Haffner and her Goonish Girl Gang, go out of their way to be seen as protectors of Abused Women, and promoters of Women Rights. It is with joy I put them in bed with my racist, misogynists brother – forever! Let them rot! This goes for Alleybelle, the Anarchist Sluts –  who have been tearing up downtown Eugene, and – terrorizing citizens.

Above is a pic I just took of the letter I sent Honorable Kay Kingsley, who oversaw the legal battle my nieces were in over the Artistic and Literary Legacy of their late mother, the world famous artist, Christine Rosamond Benton, who at one time was the highest grossing artist in the world. I had taken a train to Monterey after getting a letter from Sydney Morris about a hearing. I expected to see my nieces in court, but they were no-shows. I had not seen Shannon since she was three.

The evil vision I can not get out of my mind, is Witch Kathy running down the walkway with a evil smile of glee on her face, so she could see Kim Haffner’s dog, Lola, kill Clark. She came back all smiles, to report Clark jumped up on the picnic table on the children’s playground. Clark used to play with the children, there. Yesterday a little girl asked me..

“Have you seen Clark yet?”

Clark deserved to die, because I got gruff with Witch Kathy over the phone book that was not mine. This evil fiend picked  fight with me, knowing Haffner is backing her up. Her daughter – who used to live here – knows all the gory details, and thinks she is out of the loop. These Monster Women have nothing better to do then sit outside my door like She-demons, and plot how to get me involved in the STALKING SHIT!

When I first moved in her, the activity director of Fox Hollow asked me to do a painting in front of the elderly tenants. I asked Cheryl Walton to come with so she could help carry my easel. She nodded off due to her meds. She slept through the whole event. The letter I wrote is a wonder. It took so much time and concentration. Cheryl is ranging down mud, water, leaves, and bird seeds on me as I type all day. Then come the loud crashes and screams as she tears into one of her caregivers. I rushed up to see what was wrong. Cheryl had thrown everything off her shelves as was demanding her caregiver clean it up. No writer has sufferer for his craft, other then War Correspondents. Ken Kesey worked in a acylium and wrote a famous novel. I live in Mental Tortureville.

Shannon wanted to come get me to go together at Vicki’s bedside. Nine months ago, my sister suffered a brain aneurism that rendered her a vegetable. Vicki died. Shannon ended up with her papers which show her aunt stabbed her in the back. My niece is in possession of another bio and a screenplay Vicki and Mark could not sell, wherein the sexual abuse of children is discussed.

Here are some exerts Mark wanted me to include in my bio. When I refused to do this, along with other things, he DISOWNED me, kicked me out of his family. My brother is very TOPICLE as he wrote the Nazi-like Manifesto of our age that I am going to rub the McKenzie Girl Gargoyles noses in till kingdom come. I have never met such unredeemable human being in my life!

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