It’s – ELECTION DAY! Do you know where your issues are? How about – your culture?
I awoke this morning with permission to announce – I’m a genius!. This comes from The Cathedral of Souls where I go each night. For six years I lived at the Stoneridge apartments on 19th. and Kincaid, and witnessed the annual drunken student riots. It’s – TRADITION – something the Republican believe they own the copyright on. One year, EPD came up 19th. in an armored vehicle with flashing lights and sirens. It was like the ice cream truck calling the crazies to battle. They had all seen Animal House – and this was part of the script. That I brought the granddaughter of James Bond to Eugene, along with her Russian bodyguard whose ancestors come from Kiev – is pure genius. This is something Mark Twain, Ray Bradbury, and Rod Serling would have done. How about Truman Capote and Harper Lee. I got Ludwig and Tolkien – waiting in the wings.
To have a Lesbian, to be, fall in love with a EM’s pitcher, is prophetic; for Putin and Kirill will invade Ukraine in order to put a STOP to homo-behavior, thus, bringing the real M-18 into play. I brought Oregon onto the international scene, and I am being snubbed by the press. The mascot Sluggo, meets Disney Duck and DeSantos in the American Culture War – of the century! We got – puppets!
Plato and Aristotle can attest to this truth……There will always be drunken youth rampaging through our city streets, celebrating their belief – they invented the penis and vagina. To watch the Governor of Florida blunder into the Valley of Five Hundred in order to save the Heterosexual Penis and Vagina, is an epic British tale. You know who’s waiting for him at the end of the box canyon? And, she is shit-faced on one….Zig Zag Beer!
Vote for me, the old dude, who dare tell it like it is!
“Starfish in the embodiment of the White Goddess!” declared the Wizard. “She is erratic like the flight of the cabbage butterfly. We must study her, and learn her unpredictable ways. The three thousand year old cultural war with the White Goddess, must come to an end.”
John Presco
Republican Candidate for Governor of Oregon
Starfish Drinks Zig Zag Beer
Posted on August 20, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I debated about Miriam Starfish using force to put down Maximorphius, the cook and owner of ‘The Bum’s Rush’ bistro in Eugene. My subconscious altered the name of Max’s Tavern, which is around the corner from The Bum’s Rush. Miriam Starfish almost skewers Professor John Bond, a name that is a conjunction of John Dee and James Bond, I just discovered. She has a love-hate relationship with John (played by me) who give a lecture on the Habsburg painting and – the Division of the Roses! What!!!!!!! I have yet to write that lecture – that is now the key to my book!
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Eugene police arrest 1, cite 63 from weekend parties near UO
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Eugene Police issued 64 citations to college students and non-students at parties this weekend for open container and excessive noise violations, after the department ramped up its presence in the west University area in response to unruly gatherings over the past month.
One 21-year-old was arrested for noise and violating the city’s unruly gathering ordinance, according to a news release Sunday, and there could be more charges coming for the party-goers, officials said.
Officers responded to a party with about 100 people in the 1900 block of Hilyard Street at 3:30 p.m. Saturday following noise complaints, according to a Sunday release from Eugene Lt. Billy Halvorson.
Early violations:27 fined at postgame UO parties, some neighbors say parties are ‘white noise at this point’
While officers were talking with the house’s tenants, police received varying levels of cooperation from them and party-goers, Halvorson said. Three glass bottles were thrown over the fence at officers from the backyard, he said.
One tenant was lodged at the Lane County Jail and six others were issued citations. Halvorson added that some student parents were also partaking in the party.
During focused patrols at night, officers encountered “highly derogatory and vocal” groups of students when they were stopped, Halvorson said. One group from an upper level apartment near the intersection of 18th Avenue and Patterson Street hurled eggs and other objects at officers’ cars as they drove through, he added.
Lt. Doug Mozan met with reporters outside EPD’s headquarters Sunday morning to discuss the tensions between police and partiers, and said he hopes the more strict enforcement will adjust the partiers’ behavior and help avoid it from escalating.
“When you start throwing things at police officers, you change the situation from something that could be a fairly benign public order problem, like a noise violation, to the potential for a riot or a much bigger public problem,” Lt. Doug Mozan said at a Sunday press conference at EPD’s headquarters.
“In my experience, when one or two people decide to throw things … there are a couple of people who fall into this group-think, and before you know it, we have lots of people hurling things.”
While police say partying students need to control themselves and are assaulting officers for violating ordinances, some students are saying police are responsible for the problems.
UO student Davis Burton, who attended the Ferry Street Mother’s Day-themed party that left several Eugene police officers injured, said he thinks police have been overly aggressive and confrontational when interacting with partiers.
Kevin – My Anarchist Neighbor
Posted on February 26, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press
The venture that led to the run-in with Belle and her Anarchist friends, began with my attempt to save the homes and cottages on Columbia. Here is a video of me coming down from the hills on 19th. to where I once lived. Kevin was my neighbor. We had a little garden that is gone. Kevin was part of Ambrose’s family. Here are anarchist attacking a cameraman for KMTR. Do you recognize the big-boobed bully?
Jon Presco
Empathic Take-Down at PK Park
Posted on July 28, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
After the Professors one hour lecture, and after taking him to a Cosmic Dinner at the Bum’s Rush Herbal Salad Bar, Victoria was ready to take in an American baseball Game, and get some R&R. Her mind was turning into silly-putty. She needed to get grounded by doing something totally inane. She could not use her mind one minute more, and, had found following American baseball to be totally relaxing. She ate up pitching and batting statistics like they were vallum and Prozac. She knew where this data had come from, and, where it was going. She compared it to knitting.
Miriam seemed spent after her dance-a-thon. John had put her in her place and came close to 86ing her from his lecture after she challenged him about his credentials. She had her I-pod tuned to her favorite music and was ready to hang for a couple of hours while her partner got her jollies. But, this was not meant to be.
Finding the baseball park nearly empty, they took seats right behind the catcher. The Eugene Emeralds were having a terrible season, and were in the cellar. Starfish’s head was bouncing around like she was in the rear window of a automobile. Then, HE came to the mound, and, she froze. He froze too, in the middle of his wind-up. These were warm-up pitches, or, that would have been a balk. There was her beautiful head, hovering above the umpire. Wow! What a…..Enchantress? Dalton shuddered. No woman had looked at him that way. Does she know me?
Victoria was coming back to her seat with her arms full of popcorn hotdogs, banners, soda-pop, and cracker jacks. She noticed the dead silence, and found the source. Their deep gaze was locked onto one another. If you poured cold water om them, they would not flinch.
“Here! Take some of this!”
Miriam did not hear. When she spotted the program under Victoria’s arm, she yanked at it with a growl!
“What the….?”
“I must know his name! She let out a whimper when she read “Dalton Geekie. Oh my God. What a perfect name. It means Town in the valley – with ‘crag’. “Dalton” she whispered, and then charged into her Music Ap for just the right song – their song!
“It’s here! Thank you Jesus!” Looking up, Starfish crossed herself.
“Play Ball!” the umpire shouted, and when Dalton gave the sign of the cross across his powerful chest, Miriam’s heart went pitter-patter – KERTHUNK!
Victoria had her Em’s cap on backwards, and thought she looked pretty cute. She wanted just a little limelight. It would help if someone noticed her and gave her some flirtation. What she was not ready for, was a Christian Warm-up Mating Ritual – with a raging Psychic Empathic meltdown! Miriam’s words came back to haunt her
“I am forbidden to go to Eugene! But, who gives a shit!”
There should have been some questions asked here. But, now it was too late. Starfish had locked her Victim up in an intuitive mind-probe. As the sad Cellos played ‘As I Walk Alone Down the Road’, the movie of her parents first meeting, began to roll. The blanks were being filled in as the first tears welled in Starfishes eyes.
Her father was a Russian who had a scholarship in track. He was winning every hurdle race he was put in. Warming up, he spotted her, in the bleachers. They had to have one another. When the starter pistol went off, they were under the bleachers, mashing their lips together, ripping away at their sports clothes. When they came at the same time, there was loud cheering. One sperm made it to the finished line, and, Miriam was created.
Almost thrown off the team, Ivan made a pledge to the track coach that he would stay away from that Jezebel. She was banned from the stadium, but, Ivan caught a glimpse of Sarah now and then looking thru the bars of the gate. Their love, was banished! This is how Miriam was going to play it for the next three hours, to Victoria’s utter disgust. The mesh of the backstop did not filter out any of their pathos and lust. It was a profound barrier that multiplied their love – ten fold. This, was a Forbidden Love – the best kind!
“Fuck!” Victoria whispered aloud, knowing she could not be heard above a gallery of unhappy cellos. Or, is she listening to morose Gregorian chants, again?
“My new best friend in a Russian Drama Queen!”
The coach thought about taking Dalton out of the game, but, when Miriam began to sob and wail, the crowd got into it. Victoria buried her head in the stats sheet.
“Fuck!”
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Love Dance – With Ducks
Posted on July 27, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Victoria came in sideways to get Starfish, she twisting this way, then that, to avoid the gyrating flesh that clung to Agent 008 like kelp in a tidepool. Taking hold of her arm, she was shocked when Starfish turned in anger, and was about to slap her hand away.
“Don’t you dare! You got to come with me – now! Professor Bond is about to give his lecture.”
Starfish let out a whimper, and was pouting. Many hands tried to pull her back into the drum circle where she was a star. An old hag came up to them.
“Can we have her?”
Starfish gave Victoria a look of, hope. Perhaps things will continue to go her way.
“I’m sorry. She’s not mine to give!”
Again there came a whimper from Their Star, who made clopping sounds with her sandals all the way to the car. When she grabbed her drum, and clicked the trunk open, Victoria stamped her feet.
“No! You have to concentrate. Now get in!”
On the way to the University of Oregon, Starfish ran into her pad looking for more info on Professor John von Bond.
“Here’s a stalking report on him. Some chic is trashing his blog. She says it’s real creepy. Let’s have a looksee!”
“Does he say he’s related to me?’
“No, but he claims he is a Comet King, heir to the teaching of Meher Baba!”
“Who’s that? Never mind. We’re here”
Victoria parked haphazardly and put her DIPLOMAT shield in the window. Starfish never went to college. This was her first time on a campus. She took in all the beautiful students. The young women took notice of her, and turned their heads after she passed them. Their was an amazing aura about her. Waves of goosebumps went up and down her half naked body. There was fine mist of perspiration that caught the last light, and were like tiny rainbows. She was electrically charged due to her amazing dancing. However, she was not happy when the beautiful young men did not even look at her. Their heads were down, their eyes locked on their phone screens. At six-two, Starfish wondered if they were intimidated.
Finally, she grabbed one, on his way up river to spawn.
“Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice your features. Victoria raised her eyebrows when she gently took hold of his chin.
“Very symmetric. I can see your father’s profile. And, you have your mothers high cheekbones. Did you know you are half your mother,and half your father, but, it is through your father…..you find God. Did you know that?…….I’m going to kiss you now!”
Victoria made a move to prevent this kiss, but, was repelled by a powerful energy field that she put around – them. Tilting his head back, Victoria delivered a soft and sensuous kiss, that froze them in time. His cellphone fell to the walkway, but, did not break. There was a beautiful sigh, that sounded like the opening of Morning Glories.
“You can go, now!” And Starfish watched him swim away. Turning, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Victoria was blushing. Their eyes were locked. She got it. Victoria dreamed of being kissed like that. Star approached, took her hand, and they walked the next hundred yards like this, they a rarity, as holding hands on campus went out of style twenty years ago.
“I was conceived a hundred yards from here. I feel it in my bones! I was made – with much love!”
The Royal Drum Circle
Posted on July 27, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Chapter Three
When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.
“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”
“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”
“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”
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