Boxing Day (Capturing Beauty)
Idea for Cable T.V. Series
I had no idea what Boxing Day was – even though I am posting on Good King Wenceslaus. My fall out with Belle Burch happened when she ignored my posts about my late homeless friend, William Hollis, that I sent to her the day before our meeting at the Wandering Goat. When I brought that post up on my desk-top, she had nothing to say, even though her lover, Ambrose, was very involved with Whoville. Here he is with my neighbor, Kevin, who was also a neighbor of Hollis. They knew each other well. Why should I not become suspicious. I was helping the poor and homeless and paid for Hollis’ funeral from monies I got from the Trust my Uncle Vincent Rice gave me and my kin. I am going to make Vincent and my Aunt June, the Godparents of my grandson, Tyler Hunt. I have been friends of Casey Farrell who has suffered from homelessness. We are talking about doing a radio show. We met in my quad that was across the alley from Hollis’s appartment. He lost his job when the canary closed.
I just discovered, Ambrose changed his name to Marla Holthem-Keathley, which would explain why he is wearing tassels on his nips and a G-string at the Gun Grunt rally that ran into a Gay Pride rally that produced the best demonstration I was ever in. That a guy is playing a Grateful Dead song about St. Stephen with a rose when Bell and I met, is Kismet. I am still in love with Bell. I see her happy face – and my heart skips a beat. I want her and the Old Whoville Gang on my Authentic Human Being’ radio show that I am trying to get funding for. These are my peers – who claim they have bonded with homeless folks my age. I was homeless and began a play about my experience. If I had finished, would the theatre group Belle’s mother founded – have produced it!
Here is Marlal’s comrade, John Monroe, who was once Alley Valkyries lover. His evil remarks will be put alongside the tears of my niece who came to own a copy of the movie script Julie Lynch wrote – that slimes Shannon Rosamond’s mother. Note City Council person, Semple, with John and Marla. I want them on my show!
Boxing Day is about a poor old Beatnik-Hippie who is given a large amount of money by his Uncle Vinnie in a Trust. Finding his homeless ex-neighbor in front of Safeway in Springfield, colleting cans, he adopts him. When he dies, he holds a memorial – and buys Herbert Armstrong’s old radio station – and invites other homeless people to pitch a tent on the property where he keeps a couple of sheep to keep the grass down. Jan J. Braskewitz calls this City of God…
“Here is Alley Valkyrie’s boyfriend, John Monroe, mentioning my mother in the same sentence as the rape case of three University of Oregon basketball players. He employs the erotic lies of Julie Lynch, the ghost writer Stacey Pierrot hired to do a job on my mother and her son. John sees himself as the Character Assassin doing the bidding of his criminal mastermind who will do almost anything to get on T.V. I have made their Most Wanted list, like the one terrorists made for the murdered artists and writers in Paris.
“His desire to be an artist (fueled by his mother, who suppressed his sister’s talents so he could be the family star, see my post earlier in the thread for the links to demonstrate this) is his way of desperately seeking immortality as he gets closer to death. I imagine his belief that Alley wants Belle for herself has something to do with his own erotic phantasies, obviously still running just fine regardless of whether his genitals work. His desire to demonstrate his superior masculinity is linked to obvious male socialization patters. Cf. Oregon Duck rape scandal(s).
His fear is dangerous, his illness is dangerous, his bigotry is dangerous. And I’m seeing just three people willing to put up a defense against that danger. And while obviously psychotic and seemingly paranoid as well, he is above all a threat to people in our community.
I’d like to point out the following two quotes from Presco:
“She’s the head of the dragon of fear! She should have not let me know that, because when I have to fight, I go for a head shot! Especially when the body is so co-dependent to Alley.
Yesterday at 12:33pm”
“Greg Presco She retreated in this chat. She bid you to protect her. How are you going to do that? She already lost. I am going to immortalize her along with Belle. No one can stop me. They will be famous.”
Anyone acquainted with the subtleties of violent communication can see that Presco entertains death-phantasies regarding Alley and Belle. Every psychotic lone shooter imagines themselves and their target as dual immortalities — here Presco sees Belle and Alley as potential victims that can turn him into an Eternal Name.
May 9 at 1:00pm · Like · 1
Glenn Combs: It is good that this issue, and this individual, are being discussed here, in the public eye. He has managed to keep operating under the radar for years. Maybe now something will be done about him … Hopefully involving proper mental health care. He doesn’t appear to have actually *done* anything beyond stalking and sending creepy messages, but that comes with a huge implied “yet”. I wonder how many women he has obsessed about through the years?”
I was surprised that Teresa and Hollis were good friends. Teresa was our manager at McKenzie Meadows, and now works at the corporate offices of Umbrella Properties. I had Hollis over for a Sunday Dinner, and the Duck Games. Teresa beamed at me, knowing someone else cared about Mr. H. Many hearts were broken when I found him dead. I put together a memorial after I adopted him, and paid for his funeral. We found two half-sisters a month later. I put his ashes alongside the McKenzie River.
Hollis is rolling over in his grave at hearing the vicious slander of Kim Hafner, who tells my neighbors I am mentally deranged and the worst neighbor anyone could have. To contact my daughter and share vicious gossip, and make up lies about my life at the McKenzie, is a outrageous invasion of my privacy.
KVAL News carried our inspiriting story.
I now understand why Neil Laudati did not respond to purchasing KORE. He was afraid I would open the flood gates to the homeless of Springfield, and a Tent City would gather around the old radio tower where broadcast The Word of God, that was relayed across the Atlantic, to Radio London. Below is my letter to ex-Mayor, Kitty Percy, who was a friend of Hollis.
What I was poised to do, was have The Homeless – OWN A CHURCH! No longer would they be -mere guests! All the tithe of The Homeless Church, would go directly to them. The middle man would be cut out. The Church has long USED THE POOR AND HOMELESS to get monies for the poor – and then they build cathedrals! Here is te first Poor Altar that was erected by God in a building slated to be torn down. The owner demanded it be removed.
“The last will later be first!”
God has given me a message to give unto you………..Heaven is now close to everyone but the homeless. Only they will be taken up when they die – until further notice!
Hollis took me to the home of a Kesey whose name I forgot. He had stayed here for a couple of month. It is a Christian half-way house. It was Halloween night. My homeless friend wanted to give me a gift. He wanted me to talk to the Christians here, and convert to Christianity. No one has offered me a more precious gift.
I told H that Jesus already came into my life, and he and God bid me to be a Nazarite.
“I seperated and consecrated myself – directly to God! I await His instructions. I am forbidden to boast about my seeing and hearing Jesus – directly!”
If you’re looking for something that explains the origins of Boxing Day, well, you’re not going to find it here. The day-after-Christmas holiday is celebrated by most countries in the Commonwealth, but in a what-were-we-doing-again? bout of amnesia, none of them are really sure what they’re celebrating, when it started or why.
The best clue to Boxing Day’s origins can be found in the song “Good King Wenceslas.” According to the Christmas carol, Wenceslas, who was Duke of Bohemia in the early 10th century, was surveying his land on St. Stephen’s Day — Dec. 26 — when he saw a poor man gathering wood in the middle of a snowstorm. Moved, the King gathered up surplus food and wine and carried them through the blizzard to the peasant’s door. The alms-giving tradition has always been closely associated with the Christmas season — hence the canned-food drives and Salvation Army Santas that pepper our neighborhoods during the winter — but King Wenceslas’ good deed came the day after Christmas, when the English poor received most of their charity.
King Wenceslas didn’t start Boxing Day, but the Church of England might have. During Advent, Anglican parishes displayed a box into which churchgoers put their monetary donations. On the day after Christmas, the boxes were broken open and their contents distributed among the poor, thus giving rise to the term Boxing Day. Maybe.
But wait: there’s another possible story about the holiday’s origin. The day after Christmas was also the traditional day on which the aristocracy distributed presents (boxes) to servants and employees — a sort of institutionalized Christmas-bonus party. The servants returned home, opened their boxes and had a second Christmas on what became known as Boxing Day.
Ambrose Holthem-Keathly was raised up by the Goddess of Divine Liberty at the God, Guns, and Liberty rally. no sooner did I put on the crown of the Antichrist, did I run headlong into Belle Burch’s half-naked Ex-Lover. With bright, wild eyes, he began to rave and rant – towards me. Did he recognize me? Here’s what I wanted to hear;
I’m sorry I and my friends demonized you, and attacked your Civil Rights, your Freedom of Speech,your Freedom of the Press, and Freedom of Assembly. Making you out to be a sex pervert, was wrong! You are not a sex pervert. This mad us liars. I will never get over it. It was a low-point in my life. As penenence, I dress like a sex pervert and expose my ass-crack in public. Everyone now loves me – thanks to you! You prepared my way!
By the way, you got shitty neighbors. They had not right to treat you that way. I’m tempted to come by and – STREAK THEM!
Here is my Iconic Video. The dudes carrying guns are digging it that Ambrose is doing his thing – that they are there to protect. I get into a moving and enlightening Biblical conversation with a anti-abortion Christian. This is the Eugene I came to know and love!
Why didn’t Belle want to be identified in this blog? Why is that woman hiding her face? Something is up. Most of my life I have loved to dress in cost. If I move to Salem, I will be the Puritan Santa with big buckled hat. Nathanial Hawthorne was born in Salem, in The House of Seven Gables. He wrote about my 8th. grandfather, Reverend John Wilson, in The Scarlet Letter. SLEEP members set out to destroy my literary reputation, that I would own upon arrival. I would be a Historic Person. My reputation, and my person, would be protected. The Witches would love me. I will charge $5 dollars to have my photo be taken with them, then, with the Pilgrims, then with fellow authors!
That Ambrose and I appear in the same image together, is very liberating. Who’s next? Why is Anand Holthem-Keathly lurking in the dark background. His wife took over aspect of the Eugene Celebration. He had grand ambitions for his son, which I believe caused him to have a nervous breakdown. Anand is the head nurse for OCCUPY Medical. Why didn’t Belle tell me about Anand at our meeting. Did he ask her to keep him anonymous? The Gun Man wearing a flag on his face did not want to be interviewed while I and this brave woman had the only sane conversation that day – like the one I had with Belle Burch!
EXTRA! Two hours after I posted the above, I realized Ambrose is the embodiment of Miriam Starfish who goes about with very little clothing. Has he been reading this blog? Belle did agree to model for me, and she said nudity would be fine – but no sex! Did Ambrose know his lover was going to model for me? Here I am having a conversation with a Miriam Christling! Killing people with guns is no longer a interesting thing for James Bond to do. Does it work?
Altering people’s minds by turning them on to alternative forms of consciousness, is the business of priests, prophets, KGB, CIA, and British Intelligence. Ian Fleming, and thus James, would have dropped LSD, and smoked pot. But, nothing is more mind altering then………..”When three or more of you gather in my name!”
Here is Ian Fleming’s close kin. Ian grew up with famous Bohemians. My kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, grew up in Augusta John’s house. Her uncle sold his artwork in America. That’s James Joyce next to Johns. It is these two, that James Bond protected, and fought for. Know who your friends are!
EXTRA! EXTRA! I just found a letter Augustus wrote wherein he gives instructions to Liza’s uncle about his artwork! This is monumental! I still want Belle to model for me, because I do not want her to be on the wrong side of this creative planetary alignment. John tore up this sketch of a un-named model. Belle!!!!!
This gives me an idea for a dark cartoon magazine ‘Model Anonymous’.
“She had no problem taking her clothes off, but, she would never reveal her name! What dark secrets was she concealing? Many of London’s artists had become nosy. Those who invented tall tales about her, suddenly packed up – and left town! One Bohemian braggart pranced around London half-naked, crying;
“I am Belle the Mysterious One!”
They found him floating down the Thames.”
FRANCIS TAYLOR and ELIZABETH ROSEMOND:
Marriage: Abt. 1895
Children of ELIZABETH ROSEMOND and FRANCIS TAYLOR are:
3.i.FRANCES LYNN13 TAYLOR, b. 28 Dec 1897, Springfield, Sangamon
County, Illinois; d. 20 Nov 1968, Los Angeles County, California.
An appreciation of art ran in Taylor’s family: her father, Francis, and great-uncle Howard Young were dealers. Born in London, Francis moved to Hollywood during the second world war and set set up his own gallery in the Beverley Hills Hotel, where it attracted film star clients including Hedda Hopper and Greta Garbo.
Francis Taylor exclusively represented the Welsh painter Augustus John in America, a relationship that had developed when the Taylor family moved into John’s former house in Hampstead, where Elizabeth was born in 1932. The Christie’s sale includes 21 works by John, including Portrait of Poppet in Black Hat, which Elizabeth inherited from her father and, says Bertazzoni, “cherished all her life”.