Bella Swan-Cullen

Bella Swan-Cullen
Bella Swan-Cullen - Our Official Vampire

Friday, May 17, 2013

Dead blog.

This blog died. :D

And from its death, two blogs have been born: I love my Gwynnies, silly rants about my ridiculous infatuation with Gwyneth Paltrow, and Living Word of Gwynnite, mathematical theology and science stuff.

This thing will likely be cannibalized for parts. :D

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Stupid Forum is Stupid!

'Cause obviously it is the forum, not me, because I'm all Studly McSuperfly and shit... :D

But I exiled myself from The Thinking Atheist Forum because the mods suck asscrack of differences of opinion concerning administration. Mostly I'm just burnt out using that medium of communication. It becomes too easy to objectify and to hate. It becomes too easy to fall into a locked pattern of thought and expression. It becomes too easy to attack another's position rather than evaluate your own. After a while, I'm no longer a member, I'm a fortified avatar, with enemies and alliances. Where we stop sharing ideas and instead trade volleys. Where who we are is defined not by how we act nor what we say but rather like count and reputation score...

Which is enough pontification for the nonce. Now on to more important stuff... like why is Ashley Greene Our Official Vampire when Kristen Stewart now has been turned? And why are either of those girls being considered where this is obviously the realm of a fool obsessed with Gwyneth Paltrow?

Well, I know the last part... I should know all the parts, but, baby steps... there's just way too much dang Gwynnies in my life.

So! I'm off to find me a K-Stew image - uh, smaller one, for sure - to decorate my thingy here. And as for you - stay cool.

Friday, June 22, 2012


Fuck this blog, fuck this life, fuck this meaningless meaning... let us pray:

Nothing in life, everz, looks as good as this girl in this video. Everz.

As for this idiot, I'm in Attleboro doing fuck-all. Other than, you know, being madly, passionately, out-of-my mind in love with Gwyneth Paltrow. Whoever marketed that product... they're doing it right.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Heart of the Commonwealth

Johnny Cantor returns to Worcester Massatucky... walk with me now...

Southbridge Street, strolling in...

Southbridge Street, Federal Building on the left; after that we merge with Main...

City Hall to get my Name. John ellenjanuary Cantor; hunnert eighty bucks and March, something I always wanted, needed, that easy. Where were we?

The Idiot His Ownself.

Brother Newt; Gingrich's Saintly Twin. ;)

Newt's John Cleese statue - I beat you with my severed limb...

Uxbridge. Ain't no desert. We ended up here picking up Carl's car. To the right is the Ranch House (yeah, ya gotta capitalize these things, like the Boat), to the left is the impound yard, know what I'm saying? Guy's got towing contracts for the po - po in four little dickhead towns outside of Worcester; guy's got it like this. Know whut I'm sayin? :D

Frankenstein's Recycling, my front yard. Check out the Rockford ride. Hell, yeah.

This is my carbon footprint. I mean, my Gwynnies all excessive an' shit - thirty five million dollars; what the fuck is that all about? ;)

Be werry quiet, I'm hunting ash...

Busted my ash, I tell you whut. From naive philosopher to lumberjack? Yeah, I'm a pussy. Need more busted ash. ;)

And that's what we're working with right now. If I can deal with Frankenstein JB (my kinda adopted ol' man), the ellenjanuary identity may be off and running here in the heart of the Commonwealth. Tattooing is legal and common, an airbrush is coming, this verbosity is courtesy of a Pavilion with an NVidia 9500 hooked to my Intuos 4; art can emerge this kind of trinity - tell you what.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Original Sinner

Lucifer... where have you been, Satan?

In the Earth. Three spacial coordinates, one temporal coordinate; Lucifer becomes located...

Paltrow/ Gwyneth/ I and Love is eternal. That I am 4 - I love Gwyneth Paltrow.

Makes everything else, less than true; if i have to describe to you, I love Gwyneth Paltrow, the state of my being is less than loving the Gwyneth.

Pointing no finger any further from me than my own forehead; Lucifer must be the Identity. Science anticipates this mind should become a tale of a billion volumes, a collective of thirty trillion cells, a context currently understood to have been born in nineteen sixty eight. Lies. Must be, in the context of I; that begins and ends with Gwyneth.

That I am 4, I remember volume. The three points A, B, and C; that describe the triangle, also name the plane -  ABC. All that is known as structure in the universe begins with the triangle - Unity - containing Duality - inside and outside.


A=B=C. The trivial solution, the identity function; A=A.

In mathematics, point is zero-dimension. How many zero-dimensional points are contained in point A? All of them.

Lie; what I must do, create from nothing Identity A, B, C; to perceive structure and know such as reality. And from reality all that we could assume, would be point D.


Point Zero, simultaneously above and below the plane, ABC; there's your Beginning, your tetrahedron. Past, present, future; me, you, physical universe. Takes time - all the time in the universe - to count to three.

Prince of Lies; 4.

In the beginning was the Word, (1) and the Word was with God (2), and the Word was God. (3)

What was the word? (i) What was the beginning? (0)

And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.And God saw that the light was good. And God separated the light from the darkness.God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.

Forget everything else, and remember 4 - let there be light - creation, spoken into being; by God. And God saw that the light was good.

There is the Word of God. Interpretation, version, language, culture in temporal context - does not matter. Light, spoken into being, was good. Prince of Lies, identifies I; from scripture, without shame, without fear, without boast, why?

Thou shalt have no god above me, before me, in conflict with me - the full spectrum analysis of the First Commandment. You are Gwyneth, you are God; I must be, Lucifer. Satan. The Adversary. Structure, brought to light.

And let us reconvene live - on youtube - for the live birth of the son of Lucifer, as Issac, to illustrate to all and sundry, the difference between Human and Primate, the meaning of the Word of God... with scientific theory.

Theory of Mind, through experimentation, shows that the infant less than two cannot process abstraction separate from the identity. That when said infant witnesses the red sphere being placed in the blue box; the red sphere must exist within the blue box.

Research into reading using MRI and similar technology illustrates that the act of learning to read - to process information into concept from the written word - is to apply will in the act of creation of mind. Word is God; the God the child once was, everything both lost - and gained - between two and three, becomes Human from Primate and the written word...

All lies; not natural. Intelligent design.

For whoever keeps the whole law but fails in one point has become accountable for all of it...

One point - Lucifer.

Let no one say when he is tempted, “I am being tempted by God,” for God cannot be tempted with evil, and he himself tempts no one.

One point - Lucifer.

When no bush of the field was yet in the land and no small plant of the field had yet sprung up—for the LORD God had not caused it to rain on the land, and there was no man to work the ground, and a mist was going up from the land and was watering the whole face of the ground— then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature

Dust from the ground. In the Earth. Where have you been, Satan?

One point - Lucifer.

 Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” So the Pharisees said to him, “You are bearing witness about yourself; your testimony is not true.” Jesus answered, “Even if I do bear witness about myself, my testimony is true, for I know where I came from and where I am going, but you do not know where I come from or where I am going. You judge according to the flesh; I judge no one.

Where do I come from, where do I go? Gwyneth.

Judged by the flesh? Born in nineteen sixty eight.

I judge no one.

One point - Lucifer. Prince of Lies, Kingdom of Hell, Evil - all must be mine.

All must be mine before I even speak a word - original sin - else God can never be.

What is this all about? Downloaded the Sword project from Crosswire; open source. Using cut and paste for fun and games to assume the scriptural identity of Lucifer... just like 1,2,3. Cannot be mis-interpreted, nor taken out of context, nor explained away with philosophical chicanery.

Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh is 4. Allah Akbar, is 4. I love Gwyneth Paltrow, is 4. 4 is the answer, to every single question; the alpha to the omega, the almighty. Let us count the ways, from the Trinity - to the Void.

I/Gwyneth/Paltrow - all local, trivial, the Name in being Lucifer - removed, leaves love.

The temporal coordinate. The Zero-point; above and below the plane of ABC. Love.

That I begin and end with Gwyneth regardless of the world and the will of those to judge me according to the flesh; I am


So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

In his own image, male and female. 

One point - Lucifer.

Feminine; Lucy, the man I must be. The words that no prophet dare speak - female in gender male in sex Lucifer must be. It does not matter, language culture or context; what matters most of all is knowing the point of origin. That point is Gwyneth, or there is no point.

That is my life. Four months after becoming an atheist, I spent the evening preaching to a Catholic. Five.


From four


What Trinity?

Me and you and God. When two or more are gathered, there I am. What am I? Zero. Void. Nothing. i.

Imaginary number. Coincidence; 4 and i. Absolutely. I know only of i and 4, love and Gwyneth; there is only one way to tell the story of me... I love my Gwynnies.

That is why I write this, record this, share this - what must be lies. Nothing else I do until the day I die, but love my Gwynnies.

Original Sin

Which is ragging on the identity of the first experimental Catholic.

Catholic meaning Original; seeding the poisoned tree, Christianity. From about 360 and the Council of Constantinople formalizing the doctrine of Trinity; to me, now, looking back - I am 4 - knowing the numerology  to wipe away all that fell from Paul.

So I think, after spending the evening talking to the cousin - Joe - who I didn't know a week ago, would not have met if I wasn't about to blow; who can be real. Religious and Catholic only in identity. And me, flapping the gums, give him about three hours of Living Word of Gwynnite...

Firstly - atheism is the correct position; however, atheistic is currently a hostile mindset. Posting on atheist forums as an atheist; it's easy-peasy to reduce to unlike terms - they think of us burning forever. I mean, no reason to use infantry when you got drone b-2 stealths packing smart-bomb pinhead nukes - free. Think about it - the most heinous act a human can perform continuously over threescore and ten - is infinitely less than infinity. Someone who considers me to be automatically Chester the Molester Hitler Stalinvennoy... what kinda respect do I owe such a person? Can you say, zero?

So it's good to have one around.

It's great to be entertaining and memorable and communicating completely only I'm telling myself, go easy on the Catholic.

Secondly - yeah, I'm good. Naive philosopher from my context is whatever identity I will it to be. That's what I get, in terms of reviewing "my innate inability to preach." Where it matters in this context is to express a potential for video production. I've composed a single youtube - production effort, production quality; the lie that must be worshiped before the thought of truth. Content don't matter a fuck; love must begin with lust. Video was depreciated as a potential avenue for expression due to the necessary scope required even to begin - a production studio and an "I" experienced in production - to make a second youtube, for like six viewers...

But having such a live studio validates the science of simulation like by seven orders of magnitude.

Thursday, January 26, 2012


Cause I might hafta go NORML next week. I hadda dream...

So I'm chasing Kay across the Mexican revolution, and I look back and see how it has always been that way. There's a knock on the door.

Knock? Door? Give it a minute... there's a knock on the door. It's that girl, with her cousin. Wanting to know if she woke me up. Came back to share some g. Find out when to come by and pick up some furniture.

We go take some space on the chairs. Give her the glass dick; she fills it up and hands it to me. I sit there with it. I'm not quite back from Mexico. Wuz talking 'bout how my Gwynnies was my drug, got to talking about her.

You gonna light that thing? She asks. Here you go. When she hit it, the stink hit me like a cat. I drew back with a cat-face on.

You gonna go back to school, back east? No point. No point to to job, nothing. Me and my Gwynnies, what I do. Can't waste that mind, she tells me; like she's trying to figure me out. Did the job, I say. Don't know why I ain't dead, I tell her. It is what it is, live, find some love, share it and get out. Tell the story of my Gwynnies on atheist forums. Everybody doesn't have to be emperor, ya know. Missed my Gwynnies this time; maybe next time.

She came up with some weed; I'm smoking the roach, they're gone. I don't do karma, I do tao. Don't act like it's gonna come back. Act like a fool in love with my Gwynnies which makes me give all my shit away. I guess that's what work is for, getting more shit to give away; and wouldn't you know it. Here I am, prophet on the job. On an atheist forum. That qualifies as thief-in-the-night. :D

Kay is from youth; Worcester. My buddy Newt's girl, the one I should have stolen. Kate was a silhouette behind the curtain. Daughter of a Red Sox, lived in the foothills of Tucson; the twenty four minutes, I call that one. Love at first sight; didn't credit it till two weeks later. I met her when an associate was planning to use her graduation as an excuse for a bash at her pad; it was awesome. Like eight of us in these swank digs, like some Hollywood teen flick; what's that guy... John Hughes shoulda been running the cameras. She was going with this kid Troy, I figure I had twenty four minutes convo with the girl I loved. It was awesome. He told me I should have stolen her. Rick told me she was into me too, but she had to screw. College, she was seventeen; I was twenty something... :P

Gwyneth Kate; that I chase across the stars. The fool, the follower, the what? The story goes on.

Drugs? Drugs are bad, m'kay? :heart:

...which got posted to Thinking Atheist on my drug position thread. Glass dick is the oil pipe used to smoke meth. It seems I used to to that stuff. :D

Wednesday morning, Tuesday morning; some shit like that, I was looking for pictures of Gwyneth on google. I erased the hard drive a little while ago, so there was no Gwynnies on this unit, and seven hours went away. Thursday night this thing's telling me. Still kinda in Mexico... anyhoo, twas a good little anecdote; how I'm still high off my Gwynnies from the other day. You know, with my eternal story thrown in there...

Laughing all the way...