On September 8, 2026, I went in search of the answer as to why I ended up living in a tiny room off the boiler room, looking at the ugliest work of art in the world. What I found, is, the Grail of my life story. All my stories are now lined up. Everything fits. My great purpose – is now visible ! The parasites that hound and stalk me will not get a clue – until they buy a ticket at Cinemark.
John Presco
9/7/2026
The Damned Children of Thorn Rosemary
Thorn Rosemary
by
John Presco
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Rosamond Press 
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