STU-BLOG 8

“STARTING THE UNSTARTABLE, BLOG 8”
THIS DOCUMENT BEGINS PRINT AT 5:48 PM, ON
Thursday, October 29th, in ADEG-2009 years,
Estimated posting time on 4 websites, vicinity of 8 PM:


Last night, U would perhaps al c this as some food disagreeing with my body. I perceive a different truth. IC it thereby as a major healthy and body attack by the ENEMY. The oldest question of MORIANITY still actively remains 2 this day and very present moments, just exactly who and what IS this enemy? I can absolutely answer myself and all of U, and quite truthfully, accurately, and with zero percent doubt in my mind, without a single uncertainty or qualm or trepidation whatsoever. This is the enemy is the MILLION COUNCIL, put simply E=MC. Now, what really is all of this seeming nonsense all about? THIS friends and fiends may NOT B so darn easy 2 give both myself, and any of U reading these words out there somewhere, any good and true honest accurate answers on. The SAR or the LORD as we no longer speak in the old Aramaic tongue here in twenty oh nine Misses Em, only knows how I can really give U and me a satisfactory answer other than simply telling that under excruciating death torture, I would not deny these claims, nor any others made in my 4 year blogging career, give or take a tid bit of time. I can say that on the site that has most of my post ups ever written, that being, www.blogger.com/, I give my very best shot at figuring all of it out, and then having the audacious bold guts 2 form words and sentences, and post this TURTH, 2 the BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE. Bruce Pennock will tell any of U that I am not perfect, nor is he, nor is anybody else in his opinion. He said this over and over like a human tape recorder, back in 1972, 3, 4, and early into 1975. This was blogged 3 and 4 years ago and or in this circa of time period. I made no bones out of this friend of mine, who we on numerous occasions enjoyed playing field hockey, and Monopoly together. He cheated, but he was my friend, so screw it. So this poor and only-human dude, is telling things 2 the very best of his ability 2 figure a lot of it out, Bruce would say, that I’m only human, U GO BRUCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In all of this, if I wronged, disrespected, or offended anyone or anything, with either malice or intentional personal motives based on anything other than attempting 2 get out of a horrible hell all around me since back as early as I can humanly remember as the current, ME, then I am so genuinely sorry, that it does the wind backwards thrice on Friday, at Mach 5 trillion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 an example, I call what I perceive around me as an air attack, or a health attack. Many times I am challenged if I say it around another person who is totally clueless 2 my life and all of its endless surrounding hells. They say, “What do U mean by attack”? 2 them, I am merely suffering a sudden onslaught of a stomach ache, or effects of some heart condition. I do not have any condition. I have buried 4 doctors since I have been in my teens. I am about 2 bury my 5tgh doctor, she took ill and now I am with still another. I have been told I can join the Army. Now if U wanna call my sudden witchcraft/appearing symptom onslaughts as medical conditions, fine. I’ll go right on using the words and phrase of, “I Am under an attack or under death siege”. Last night, during the WS game in New York, my body was assaulted, and I was cramped up real bad all night and most of this day. Do I have all the answers on what is going on? Certainly not. If I did, I would B on top of the world, and many people would B behind prison bars 4 the rest of their miserable monstrous lives. I would own all of their combined assets, their families would all b disgraced, and the story would B quite different,. This is never going 2 happen. The reason is not because of any rational thing that anyone out here would try and use 2 hand me some garbage down 2 Earth explanation. The reason has 2 words in it, and only 2 words, U should all know them well by now. They R, HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!!!!!

About 3 months ago in the middle of last summer time somewhere, I told a coworker of Chicky, down at the pizzeria where they both R employed, some of the story about my cousin Herbert Huntington. I find it fascinating beyond measure that 2 things resulted since then, but not shocking. I lost my shock value a very long time ago, back in the middle nineties some place if U wanna pin me down on that one, BRO. Aniwho, George Herman Ruth of the New York YANK’S, or (BABE), as if his mom named him that when she popped him out, has the initials of GHR, as in Heinz and Ruth GOTTWALD, of 175 Peninsula Drive, Babylon, Long Island, New York, just a small ways up-nor from where the teams will battle it out again in the good ol’ Bronx, right after I post this up later on, in the WS-Game-2. The 2nd thing is this man, whose name is not important, so we’ll make up a fake one. When Tony-S. is involved in any way, even if just as the employer, hay, better 2 shut up, right luscious Stacey London?, wow!!!!!!!!!!! So let me refer 2 this dude as Tiny Teddy. This is totally randomly picked out of thin air, so if someone has a connection in some way, it is purely and totally Abbey Carmichael-ville, BRAH!!!!!!!!!! A nasty left side death-angel attack is hitting me as I type right now at exactly 22 minutes past six this evening. Death angels R ON A REAL BAD ROLL again lately. So has getting hit by scum disease slimy ONES all the freaking time, BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back now 2 Tiny Teddy. I told him how my cuz up north had a men’s clothing store in Boston, MAUSAESMWG, and quite successful may I add. How he had a lovely wife and lovely home in the Boston suburbs, a place called Braintree, Massachusetts. One day 4 no apparent reason, this man was observed mowing his lawn and whistling and singing with a Cheshire cat grin all over his face. He looked happier than a future mega millions lottery jackpot freaking winner. But late that night, and since the season of All Hallows Eve is soon approaching, and since it was exactly 23 years ago on this very night of October the 29th in 1986, that Donald Trump’s Castle Casino, had crushed my life forever, it is fitting that tonight I tell 4 those who may not know of the horror freak show closet skeleton in my family, all about the monstrous and heinous act that my cousin Herby committed just B4 midnight. He lived with his wife and her mother in a large home on a normal suburban block in the community of Braintree, Massachusetts. He got out of bed after they had both gone 2 sleep, and first he took an axe and killed his wife. Then he proceeded 2 the room down the hall and axed up his mother in law. After this, ol’ Doorstep darkener Herbert made his way down 2 the cellar with a noose in his hand, and connected it 2 a hanging strong pipe, and proceeded 2 successfully hang himself until he was deader than all the distance delay Squire Trilane Star Trekkers of the world. Look in on this lively little incident someday through SWIS, peeps of neg-space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! C what resulted and CYI have 2 suffer like a gutted and agonized pig who is forever unable 2 reach death.

That was how the Huntington Curse was passed onto me at age 4 or 5 years, but not how it all began. It all began infinity ago as a really great new game distraction of the gods of Olympia and Sahasra Dal Kanwal of the Astral Plane or the (Phase-2-reality), straight out of the phase one or the VOID, where all interactions R lawtronically created through dreaming out and away into this created ASTRAL-PLANE. In the time world of this universe and our Earth, it also started about 19 and three quarters centuries ago, when my 61st grandfathers’ uncle, the SAR Jesus Messiah, or Jesus, the LORD-CHRIST, was executed by the evil Roman Empire, and crucified on a cross up on the hills of Calvary. Is symbolism powerful or tell me, is symbolism powerful???????????????????????? But then what is power other than the reality of taking energy and dividing it by the time worlds, or E/T. What an extra-terrestrial concept, huh, find it in any food physics book also, right here on Earth. Duhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Moving on, I told Tiny Teddy all about the Braintree Atrocities, as Daniel Collins Louis Edmonds AMC, Mizz Nixon Murderechos, may have worded it only didn’t, and we rapped a while, since he was out on a smoke break, and I was there a bit early 2 pick up Chicky at his job 2 bring him back home to 841 Frankie Street here in Blueberryville. He told me he was an avid reader, and knew well of the top 100 horrific murders in the world, and that my family disaster is indeed in the book. Is this not a comforting thought, YO? Aniwho, I told him some other things, and we planned 2 get together and rap some more. He had been working 4 Mario over there 4 quite a while, and had about 4 or 5 of his daughters all working there as well. One day shortly thereafter, all his daughters, and Tiny Teddy, vanished. I was told that he just up and quit. His kids left as a result as well. No more “Tinny Teddy 2 share and rap with. Oh well, WEIN? SOSO, right???????

Can Mountainpen ever get up and just write a normal Beaver Cleaver diary entry? What do U think? What would U write if U were living inside these mocks, BRO???? The markets bottom out in the 66 hundreds and they get it all back by causing me VERTIGO, and persecuting the urine out of me worse than ever 4 months and months. Then suddenly, Dawn’s fake dad over on the islands of Puerto Rico develops this sudden onslaught of VERTIGO just as he was planning 2 visit us and make the trip here from the islands late last summer. Now Dawn’s friend from the “Alcoholic’s Anonymous, Mary-Carol, is waking up with a spinning room 4 no good reason, only is there? She and I have recently been talking about TAWF and the mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. This is YI say this group of pure freaking ASTRAL-POWER is simply undefeatable, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me peeps, just how SHOULD I go about writing and doing a Beaver Cleaver diary, when all of this Huntington bull shirt never stops, and it won’t, as it never really started. It all really began even long B4 1,975 years ago. It started infinity ago as a game in the Province Olympia, where no human or tangible reality is involved in freaking squat. The name of this game is called in the English waking world language system, SALVATION. Translation, some poor stick in the south victim in each generation of this family, who is innocent and never thinks evil or does evil, or practically never, must B cursed. But only a handful of peeps on this plan R now aware of the huge Scylla Law Inheritance. Simply put, Scylla has an older sister in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and this is Y she has effected dreams here, 2 this nature as well. She needs 2B the eldest daughter of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocllevious Krassle, in order 2 own the heavens, and all of the realities within them. There is power in the blood says churches and scriptures, but only a half dozen beings out of 8 or 9 billion total Nodians, know the real power is in the blue-blood. Human health may suffer and royalty may appear physically weakened by remaining g within their own gene pool, but it is done 4 reasons of pure power. None of this waking world has but the smallest freaking clue what I am even talking about, and if U did, I’d most likely B freaking killed in my stinking freaking sleep tonight BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then when World-Lab retraces me AGAIN, if I take my wallet 2 bed in my pajama pocket, the last Incollingo’s grocery receipt from this transdimensional atomic frequency will B the one inside it, yellow cakes, chocolate cakes, and baby cakes. Come and get me Hydroglacia. Where’ve U been U big lovely pulsar star?????????????????????

Whether or not, things yet 2B told did in fact play out here, and I do not doubt some fragmented memories that have returned, I mean when people R told in Health class in school 2B careful with sex if they insist on having it, and R shown all the various birth control and safe sex methodologies, this still is never 100%+ a sure thing. It also is never known what results in the direction of reversing this. Still, over in the world of the OTHER ATLANTIC CITY, and STARBURN, TTPB tells how Jim comes out of his house with his cigar laughing like the famous Count Petofi, and performing equally impressive supernaturally appearing miracles against me. Studio Park Records ALL HAP{PENED. My mother and the hospital deal, ALL HAPPENED. Starburn ALL HAPPENED. Kessler Hospital and the automobile accidents in Hammonton, ALL HAPPENED. So where is the missing link into the recorded song, that once sent down 2 the Copyright Office on the night of 8/15/‘86, forever altered my existence on this Earth forever? It lays within the electronics, the very circuitry of the system, from where all the MATRIX movies that totally ripped off all the things they heard me talking about 2 David Roth over the telephone all throughout the late eighties and into the nineties. POWER is everything. With sufficient power, and a little knowledge of exactly and precisely what is really going on when voices R changed into electrical energy and then back again, or RECORDED, U do not wanna begin 2 B told what effects U and I and anyone alive, can have on our larger beingness, yes, in all 5 dimensions of our tangible and physical existence in the hyperspace. Dave Roth was very close 2 being shown the total power and miraculous wonders of hyperspace manipulation. I do not do this 4 the sake of doing it. I am not climbing Mount Everest because it is there 2B climbed as many climbers indeed tell us that they do. I climb it because I need something that I know beyond the shadow of any doubt is up on top of this mountain, so I need 2 climb up there in order 2 freaking get it. I do not mess around with all of this because it is cool or fun or some perverted geek joy. On the other hand, I know how real it all is, and I know that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL has their arsenal of nukes, so if I don’t balance out the power with my own set, it would B just like here on Earth last century in the days of the freaking cold war. It is as basic as grammar school, let the bully push U around and never fight back, and it never will stop, NEVER. All UC 2 the contrary in movies and shows, is just that, movies and shows. Real life is here in front of our nose, this is just simple truth. I will not sit back and just let this disease strike and go ouch, and please don’t frickin’ keep hurting me, tears, tears. No sir, U wanna piece of me BRAH, fine, but B ready 2 get carved up as well, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In a nut shell 4 the few that R making the attempted leap 2 learning the truths of hyperspace, and no fixed futures, and all of the stuff I talk about, let me throw up this little doo dad here 4U. Take one baseball and throw it hard into the air from the field back towards the pitcher. Have someone record this with a videophone of some type and display this action now on your television screen. Use a machine that has the ability 2 move the ball in slow motion clicked stages. Now with each click, the ball is moving both in space and in time. It gets later after the ball is thrown, and as it gets later in time, it is also traveling further through the space that it is going 2 end up traversing. Without getting complicated, there is one more thing happening here. If U could freeze this ball every one hundredth of a second, or 2 the maximum fraction that is based on the diameter of the ball and its ratio of total distance in flight, so that no overlapping is done, producing only true individual baseballs, and if U could grab each one of these now frozen baseballs in their b=various times, B4 their futures can place them where their ultimate future will place the full ball 5th dimensionally at the ordinate or the end of its trip where it comes 2 land on the ground, U would B pulling baseballs down that instantly would B atomically altered in vibration. If they cannot complete their 4 dimensional trip as one baseball, then the ball will split up into transdimensional twin balls in the hyperspace. Recording a voice is a lot different than throwing a baseball, and this is way 2 much 2 think about handling on tonight’s whittle bwog, Elmer wabbit Fwudd.

What I will leave U with, is that Jack Wallace at the recording studio that employed me from late July of 1979 through the eleventh of March of 1981, said something 2 me one morning, and then the Chief Recording Engineer chimed in something as well. What was said was sort of PAWM-PIE-IAD, yet simultaneously BRO, it was more than this. It was hyperspace effect. It was somebody naturally, plucking one of the otherwise normally traveling baseball, out of its order. It is Y lots of things happen 2 me while being a natural exploratron. It all ready has been blogged, at least what Howard Solomon said after the statement I said, and then what was answered back 2 me by Jack Wallace. The wildest thing about this entire other atomic vibration, “place”, is that guess who does not exist there, or at least never used me 2 bring about his powerful anti-lawtronic reality in full blossom? Old lovely Mister nice-guy himself, Mister Grumpyhair. No sir, the magic is not in Macy’s, nor is it in any of your phase-4 trickery. The real magic is in a small slight meek man who plays soft nice organ music, and who knows how high school can pollute both the mind and the spirit.

So Y is the Dow Jones flying up 200 points when I have such a great roulette system? Well, there R several reasons. One has 2 do with what I call the King David Tract Syndrome of the Full Evil Empires Club, of 4 short, the (KDTSFEEC). Pronounce this KADITZFEEK if U wish. Kadizfeek is something that I learned the power of in the late nine-teen-nineties. It will B discussed in much greater detail along the lines of other themes in other blogs that will B shortly forthcoming, BRAH. My roulette systems R holding, I have several things working nicely, still, the evil empire will always gain, as they always can hurt mew and get at me through numerous covert evil ways, and make my life an endless continuous nightmare pile of super hellishness. The Dow will B at 15 and 20 thousand B4 any of U even realize that mountainpen told U all along that it would B. No one listens 2 poor ol’ Mountainpen, fine, that is your freedom of choice, BRAH!!! BYE.