Kim Hafner told me she would read my sister’s bio in a week. Her mother knew I ordered it specifically for her and her husband to read because they went to High School with Garth Benton, the actor, who I told them talks about his late wife quite allot. How many residences of Springfield have this kind of connection to famous people? How could they suddenly ignore it? What happened?
All of a sudden, all interest was dropped. Almost a month went by before I asked for my book back. When I did, I asked why twelve pages were dog-eared. Kim Haffner suggested it came to me damaged. She did not appear alarmed. She did not offer to buy me a new book, nor did her parents. I ignored her. I suspect she, or a acquaintance googled my name and found Alley Valkyries DEMAND that readers of the fake Eugene Abuser site – go look at me blog, and dig deeper into my blog in order to find BAD THINGS about me – THEN CONFRONT ME, and harass me. Alley uses the word “THREAT”
“Call him out!”
If Kim Hafner dug deep into my blog, like Alley Valkyrie bid her to do, she would have found the ex-change of e-mails where Belle wants to set a time to come over and model for me. She also mistakes me asking her to take in a Broadway show, when I asked her to be the star of a musical I was authoring,
MY BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUE BICYCLE
Belle sent me a poem she wrote, and ask for personal information about me. This constitutes a
PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP
It appears Belle asked Ally Valkyrie to get involved in our business. But, she did not ask Kim, Steve, and Krista to – JUMP IN, and scream
“YOU NEED TO BE LOCKED UP!”
I wrote a song about Alley, titled
CUTE AND DISORDERLY
Four members of the Haffner family saw my idea for a new Columbo. I used Kimbo as a model, and told them so. No one disagreed. This is key, because I entered into a verbal contract with Kim Haffner. The last time we exchanged words – after three years – she went and got her table and set it beside her. I did not see it, till later.
In the photos of her on her bench she is setting up tablet to take a video of me – taking a video of her. She agreed to us doing this. I suspect she had gone to management and told them I am stalking her, so I will be evicted. In the Witch Hunt video, I announce I called the police, and it is clear I am taking a video. No one objected. They did try to make a case I did not own a newspaper.
I am considering writing a letter to Kash Petal and see if he and Trump are looking for a show trial in order to take eveyone’s mind off
Jeffry Epstein- THE REAL STALKER OF GIRLS!
Mr. Showbusiness in the White House, who is building giant ballroom, might want Kash to handle the case – personally!. He can sell tickets to the Ballroom show.
“You’re honor! I call to te witness box, and natorius woan known as
THE LADY OF THE LABYRINTH!
to be continued
John Presco
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
Hello Belle! I got my autistic friends over and we are watching Beauty and the Beast for Easter. Hollis and I referred to them as “our children”. They are my orphans, now.
The bath scene is my favorite, too. Reminds me of being on the road with a woman. You have to treat her extra nice. The star was/is a dancer. I love her energy.
I was moved by your poem, but could have been more moved if you employed more contrast to get more poetic drama. You are in a unique position. I want you to be a reporter for my paper. Did you read the Real Estate Show about radical artists taking over a vacant building in NYC? There is a invite for me to go to NYC. I would like to take you, on the train. Still in planning stage.
I see you on you Bluecycle on Easter, being happy. This makes me happy. I will write about my homelessness. When I was 17 I hitched to NY in January. I had stopped my drunken mother from beating on Christine,
I showed my friends the movie we made, and they loved it! They want to meet you.
Love
Jon
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On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:
Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.
Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.
I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.
Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?
I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?
On Sat, Apr 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
O.K. Belle, the only one that made me chuckle a dozen good times after a date. My mother wanted my name to be spelled JON. A nurse put an H in it and that’s how it appears on my birth certificate. Rosemary was furious and started calling me GREG. My father called me GREGORY, because that is how my middle name is spelled. When I got sober, I recovered JON.
Now to AMBROSE which is also AMBROSIUS. In Bohemian this name is spelled BRASKEWITZ, as I told you. Now I wanted a pen name as a writer JON AMBROSE. In PRESCO there is also a ROSE.
Now, to you, mystery hands with message! Are those your hands in the RG? Did you get arrested confronting JON REUZ, who returned my call just after we met. I just watched the movie Croutching Tiger.
On Saturday, April 19, 2014 9:34 PM, Belle Burch wrote:
Hey Jon,
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
By the way, Why “John Ambrose”? Is that your middle name? Nom de plume? Highly synchronistic, as my current partner’s legal first name is Ambrose. I’m very curious about this.
Also, I thought you preferred to spell your name without the “h”?
Here’s the poem I said I’d send you.
Haven’t read any of your emails yet, will get to that soon.
Untitled
Last night I fell asleep in a tent on the concrete in front of city hall to the sounds of a quiet radio- some show about the Bermuda Triangle. How things, people disappear there. Whether or not it exists. Interviews with people who believed in it, interviews with people who didn’t. Its history. Amelia Earhart. (Airheart?) It seemed to go on for centuries. There are people out there who don’t have state IDs, passports, birth certificates, social security numbers, who technically legally don’t exist. The faeries who put people to sleep for 100 years must live there in that West Atlantic Vortex. I got lost in it, like Rip Van Winkle*, and woke to a changed world. I texted a lover in New Orleans, ‘I’m stuffing almonds into a banana, around my neck is a red bandana and I love you.’ It was all true. I walked through what is known in Eugene as the Barmuda Triangle, the magical trine of Luckey’s, Horsehead and Jameson’s downtown. If you order food at Jameson’s, it gets run across the street from Horsehead. Luckey’s has the best pool tables, and a fantastic little Mexican foodcart lovechild that only accepts cash. At the Horsehead, there is a touch screen machine where you get to choose what music is being played. You pay money for this privilege. If you pay more money, your songs get played first. This is a triangle you can only get lost in if you’re a real person.
* bandana around my eyes to keep the blazing orange streetlights out
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:34 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Dear Belle
Our café experience was better then ‘My Dinner With Andre’. It was a very creative happening!
Here are some posts you might be interested in. My ancestor was the Master of the Falcon Art College in Holland, and a member of the Swan Brethren. He used a rose to sign his name. Here are photos of me when I was 26 in my sister’s studio. There is an energy field around me. I am 24 in the photo of me in blog ‘defying mafia’.
If you want a character reference, call Marilyn, the woman who was my first girlfriend. We are still close today.
Your friend
Jon
P.S. nothing in the blog is true.
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I became suspicious of Belle Burch when she wrote this in a e-mail
“I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?”
It’s……..SHOW TIME!
Belle betrays me and becomes a cripple. We make ammends. We author a hit Broadway show. Is this a dream, or a movie?
I tried to give Belle – something! She was selling roosters, then, giving them away. She mentions food stamps and needing a place to live. I now believe she and her cohorts believe their threats – worked. I suspect she has used their fake Call Him Out poster on the fake abuser site, to enhance their reputation.
Kim Hafner and my neighbors used that poster to own power over me. They were not happy I called the police. Why? I believe they wanted to mentally torture me, and, force me to move out. I now wonder if Kim contacted Belle. She used to be a gleaner that delivered food to Whoville. Did Kim want to esteem herself in the Hand Out community where there is a competition for goods and services?
What would members of SLEEPS have done if I did like the demanded, and took down all mention of them from this newspaper? Would they call and suggest I make a hefty donation? I did consider that.
Last night I talked with my dear friend, Christine, for about an hour while she sat on a park bench at the corner of 6th. and Bleaker St. in the Big Apple. Once again, she asked for my recipe for Chili Verdi. She had not yet opened my Cultural Care Package containing the ‘Super Star’ outfit I bought her. She was seeing another man, because Stefan was steppen out on her, he romping about with a woman from Austria that the Godmother of Greenwich Village gave a Karate Chop to while rescuing six giant canvases that Stefan rendered that were decaying on a rooftop. There was a cat-fight in a U-Haul.
Stefan and Christine are central characters in my Broadway Musical ‘My Big Beautiful Blue Bicycle’ starring Belle Burch, who I proclaimed was a younger version of Marilyn Reed, my first girlfriend, who is married to Black Jazz Drummer, Kenny Reed…
I came to own 32 years sobriety on April 7th. When I graduated from the New Hope program at Serenity Lane, my aftercare package said;
“Write! Write! Write!”
It’s all I do, ten hours a day!
I told an ex-neighbor, who moved from here in order to get away from the madness, I have an idea for a movie, or HBO series. She could not stop laughing. I use humor to deal with situations that are out of control, and abusive. Love Chicken is still in the works.
After I befriended all members of the Haffner family, I was told they are kin to Jack Webb, an actor who played a police detective. All of a sudden, Columbo came to mind. I wrote Kimbo and Wade, and showed it to the Haffners. They got a kick out of it. Kim, who is called, Kimbo, blessed my project. She did not mind I used an image of a fat Kimbo.
Then, they read my anti-Evangelical posts on facebook, and felt I stabbed them in the back. Sue Haffner is a Church Hen and Busybody! The attacks began. Kimbo employs Belle and Alley to terrorize me, and make me look insane to my neighbors. I have that on video. Wade’s No.1 nemesis is born LuLu Belle a.k.a. Coo-Coo Belle!
Coo-Coo Belle claims her grandfather played Blue Boy on the Dragnet series. She would show her fellow street waifs the youtube cut that impressed everyone who hung at Ken Keasy Square. It put her ‘On The Bus’. She never knew Ken, but, she was – somebody! She found her fifteen minutes of fame. And, now Wade threatened to topple her from her faux pedestal. She employs her psychotic friend to put the hurt on Wade.
At the scientific investigation division, forensic chemist Ray Murray states that the drug is lysergic acid diethylamide tartrate, commonly known as LSD-25, that it was developed by a Swiss biochemist named Albert Hofmann, and it causes hallucinations, severe nausea along with aches and pains as well as anxiety and depression. Sergeant Friday states there are no laws to cover the use or sale of LSD.
Back at juvenile division, the boy is identified as Benjamin “Benjie” Carver. Benjie’s parents are briefed about the situation, but they don’t feel there’s cause for concern and they don’t want their son arrested. The father states that LSD is not illegal and Friday informs him that it’s against the law to be in an intoxicated state under the influence of any drug. The father threatens to get his attorney involved and wants to take the boy home, so Captain Richey tells the detectives to book Benjie under the generic law; In danger of leading an idle, dissolute or immoral life, section 601 of the welfare and institutions code.
The case was heard in court several weeks later where Benjie is placed on probation and released to his parents. Two days later, Friday and Gannon join Sergeants Zappey and Carr in questioning two juveniles, Sandra Quillen and Edna Mae Dixon, who are high on LSD. The girls mention that they got the drugs from Blue Boy and then get sick. Sergeant Zappey relates that a bus on Sunset Strip will drive people up to Hollywood Hills to take the Acid Test for a dollar.
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Detective Sargent Kimbo O’Connorstien, looked young for her age. If you have to know, she is thirty-eight. When she was sixteen she used a fake Israeli passport she purchased from Hamas, to enter the Miss America Beauty Pageant, held in New York in 1996. While changing in the dressing room, she was accosted by a man whom she wants to remain anonymous. He abused her. He shamed her. He made her believe she was not worthy. She came to believe being beautiful put her on the wrong path, the path to meet The Big Bad Wolf’.
After discovering her beautiful interior, she changed her outward appearance. This was more than a protest, and a show of rebellion. At eighteen she was known as the World’s Foremost Skeptic. She was Queen of the Trolls on the internet. Facebook became her Killing Field. When she was banned, she came back as a new persona. Her most lethal character was Lily Mae Rosamond, country redneck woman. She was a cyber castrator. She lured beer-guzzling hog-men from Arkansas, to their doom. She was Jail Bait From Hell. She took no prisoners!
Kinbo O’Conerstein was born in a Kibbutz to Sean O’Conner, and Susanne Finkelstein. Sean was an IRA Bomber who lost his core identity when peace was made in Northern Ireland. Looking for more trouble to get himself into, he moved to Israel. That’s when he saw her out his window. Captain Susanne was chasing a dozen Palestinian boys down a narrow road, all by herself. They had hit her with a rock. Her platoon did not follow her as she charged into them. Now, they had her cornered in a dead end. They all had a rock in their hand, a dozen more at their feet. That’s when Sean ran down the stairs, and put his body between the boys, and, the woman he would soon marry.
“Let he without sin, cast the first stone!”Sean shouted, his green Irish eyes all ablaze with passion that had been handed down for fifty generations. The boys marveled at his thick accent, his bravery, his……I will never back down………resolve! And one by one, they dropped their rocks and went home to have some lunch.
WADE
When Lieutenant Wade caught his fellow officers being boys in the locker room, he joined in the bragging contest. There he’d be, with big old man balls dangling as he dried his hairy legs with one foot on the bench.
“Timothy Leary’s wife, Rosemary, and I started fucking like bunny rabbits the minute we lay eyes on one another. I was seventeen, a freshman at Harvard. I was a whiz-kid majoring in chemistry. My classmate, who beat at Boris Spassky at chess, suggested we go out to Millbrook and buy some reefer, give it a try, see what it was like. Did I tell you that after my friend beat Spassky, a young Putin came up and kicked my friend in the balls as hard as he can. Never turn your back on that sore loser………….Hey, where ya fellas going?
THE PINUSMOBILE
When Wadsworth and Kimbo’s squad car was sabotaged by toothpicks broken off in the locks, they mosbyed over to the impound yard to borrow a car for the day. That’s when Wadsworth T. Shingletown spotted ‘The Chicken Wagon’.
‘Hey Kimbo. Check this ride out. This is the old relic from the Swap Meet Pickers Fair they had out there on Highway 99 last year. There was a shootout over a big bundled deal gone bad. The guy who drove this, was the last man standing. See the bullet holes? He almost made it to Eugene, but, having bled out, he crashed through the fence onto the driving range at Fidel’s Green, where he was unmercifully pelted with golf balls, until they realized the driver was dead. I tell you, there are some mean golfers in the Emerald Valley! Two of them threw their golf clubs away, for good, and got into therapy.”
KIMBO “Yep! That’s what I heard. I can’t stay away from a good swap meet. They don’t make glass like they used to. What’s the name on the panel? Pinus Chicken Ranch – Fresh Eggs Today’.”
WADSWORTH “No, that’s pronounced Pinus, not Penis!”
KIMBO “Whatever. Let’s get in and see if it runs.”
ONE YEAR LATER
After failing to coax Kimbo and Wade to get the brakes fixed on the Chicken Wagon, the chief ordered them to do so – pronto!
“That wreck gets on everyone’s nerves. When you pull into the parking lot, its like fingernails on a chalkboard. We can’t think. Everyone stops what they are doing until you come to a complete, agonizing, stop. We lose our place, forget where we were in our investigations.”
KIMBO “Hey! Wait a minute Chief. Why do you think we crack so many cases. Our suspects have the same reaction. We call them up and tell them we will be right over. We delay our arrival an hour. By then, they are fit to be tied. They had gotten all prepared, ready to be smooth and in control. Then, we pull into their driveway. Right off they think we are Mexican gardeners who have lost their way, or, are using their drive way to turn around. They come at us – screaming! Some are waving the golf club they keep by the front door. When we flash them our badge – WE GOT EM! They are all softened up. Their boundaries are shattered. They’ll rat on their own grandmother just to get rid of us.”
CHIEF “Hmm! You got a point. Perhaps we can do a modification, install another set of breaks?
ONE MONTH LATER
Kimbo and Wade are driving down Franklin Street, when this dude in a plastic Jelly Beanmobile, who had been riding Wade’s ass for three blocks, passed the CW in a huff, then slowed down. This was common. Young punks who can barely make their car payment, hate the idea of being stuck behind an old beater. When the JB was caught by a red light, Wade gave the order.
WADE “Give em an A!”
KIMBO “You got it!”
Kimbo hit the old switch on the panel of plywood that had four switches on it. And, the loud sound of a truck with real bad brakes came screeching out of the speaker under the grill.
WADE “Now, smoke em!”
Kimdo hit switch B, and acrid smoke came out of the tire wells.
They had stopped busting their britches with laughter a week ago, because, they were just taking care of business, now. Yeah! There was some police harassment.
The Chicken Police nonchalantly watched another young punk frantically pull his JB to the curb, believing he was going to get rear-ended – big time!
When Wade pulled alongside, Kimbo rolled down the window.
KIMBO “Sorry about that. As soon as we sell enough eggs, we’re going to get our brakes fixed. You go on a head. We’ll make sure we stay well enough behind. No, you go! O.K. Have it your way!
Royal Rosamond PressAugust 4, 2019 at 12:37 amEditReblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:Kim and her daughter took me to see the Haffners. I brought along a print out of Kimbo and Wade and showed it to Sue. She was not happy. She is a super Christian who likes to judge people. She believes she can be contaminated by non-Christians decreasing her chances of being RAPTURD! When Sue read my anti-Rapture Church rants – SHE FREAKED. He daughter had brought Satan into her home. Kim had to atone! I had to be destoryed!Reply
Royal Rosamond PressAugust 4, 2019 at 12:37 amEditReblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:Kim and her daughter took me to see the Haffners. I brought along a print out of Kimbo and Wade and showed it to Sue. She was not happy. She is a super Christian who likes to judge people. She believes she can be contaminated by non-Christians decreasing her chances of being RAPTURD! When Sue read my anti-Rapture Church rants – SHE FREAKED. He daughter had brought Satan into her home. Kim had to atone! I had to be destoryed!Reply
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