Members of my family, and the outsiders they conspired with, rejoiced when I declared I am the ‘King of California’. The Kimites – squealed with glee! Here was real evidence I was utterly INSANE, and thus I can be dismissed, made fun of, and the cats who loved me – kicked and swatted by a 500 pound Ignorant Grunt Woman, who I am poised to destroy – along with her family.
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2020
There is no sadder tale to tell then when one begins their life story with the betrayal of their daughter. It is a long road to haul a tragedy with no happy ending. Where is the redemption in the scheme of things? What justifications drove children to betray their parents, a parent? All the good and great work is ruined, even the telling of how it happened has lost the reader, the audience, before the curtain opens. For this stage they maketh is for real scoundrels who have no love for beauty, art, and even money: for they made all the money vanish, all the hard work, is destroyed.
I awoke feeling the core of my pain wondering how they exspect me to endure the isolation they dread? Have they no mercy, no pity? They identify me as the source of the talent…
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