GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 11
9:11
ANTE' MERIDIAN, EST, 9 NOVEMBER, 2013
SATURDAY
HELL BOTBAR X 2 MAJOR MORNING,
HERE
IN FUCKED UP CURSED FORT PIERCED, FLORIDA
The
phone was attacked again at 7 this morning, no way to call out, just
dead. It would seemingly work, dial tone, call tones, but the calls
never completed, just dead circuits at the end of any attempted
outgoing call. Then the internet was hit again as well a few minutes
ago at just after 9. I was reading my blog up on the Blogger
Web-site, and it crashed, a bright light struck and nothing worked,
and things went nuts, and I had to manually shut down, restart, and
go through the normal procedures for recovery. I honestly do not know
why this has returned to this death level, Mizz Bondi, US Attorney
General, FBI, FCC, ACLU, or anyone out here who might care that I am
being monstrously fucking tortured to death. I know my no good rotten
daughter and her friends must be behind this, and I truly hate her
guts. Like any of this was my fault, I am caught up in this rip tide
from hell, along with all the other messy shit that's going on. I am
not doing anything to you. But if this assault keeps on going, I will
make 100 CD copies of the talent-added new material, and begin
placing them in their sleeves, and then going all around the county,
dropping them all around crowded places where people are bound to
find them. With each CD will be an accompanying cassette tape of me
telling a nightmare story, and also providing the finders with the
internet address of the Mountainpen.
In-between
the time that I called the Comcast peeps, to have them bundle me a
package and cancel my AT&T phone permanently, leaving me to just
call them to cancel the internet on the day that the Comcast
installation is done next week; I came over to read my blog on the
net, and it froze up after a bright light. Please stop this Mariah, I
know all the horrible things that you did as a child, please, let us
not take this any further, please. I know you are all mighty ISIS,
and I am not afraid of you, go ahead and kill me. Another fantastic
OJ trial is definitely destined to be around the corner, and this one
will top anything yet ever, in the global media. A wow to describe
this would require a page the size of the solar fucking system.
THIS
STOPS NOW, OR I WILL DO WHAY MUST BE DONE.
We
all better wash our hands before it is too late!
I
WILL NOT LIVE IN FEAR OF YOU ISIS-JEHOVAH, IF YOU WANT TO BURN MY
BUILDING DOWN, GO FOR IT, BRING MIZZ BENITAR AND HER HOT SKATING
NUMBERS TOO.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project: MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS
FOLLOWS:
New
blog from December of
2011----------------------------------http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
**********On
Blogger since January 2006
Counts
observed on Google, on 11/09/2013
*****************Profile
views: - (2,879)
NEW
BLOG PV- (268)
************Total
page hits:-------(32,934)
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU
ARE READING
MORIANITY-FOUNDATION'S FINAL BLOG,
'GO WASH YOUR HANDS'. PLEASE
HAVE
A VERY
NICE
DAY,
YO
YO YO YO YO YO. THIS
IS CHAPTER
11.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
ALL
YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK RIGHT NEXT TO THOSE LITTLE FREAKING BULLETS.
About me:
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Location
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Hammonton,
New Jersey, United States
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Introduction
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Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness.
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Interests
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Favorite
Movies
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Favorite
Music
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Favorite
Books
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Gone
with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from
our future
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
United
States Copyright Office Records, pasted in part:
COPYRIGHT
CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR
IT
WASN'T SO HARD TO FIGURE THIS ALL OUT, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, IT JUST TOOK
ME ABOUT A QUARTER OF A DAM CENTURY TO DO SO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OFFICIAL
LEGAL DOCUMENT ON THE INTERNET POSTED BY MARK WAYNE MOHR, A LEGAL
DYING DECLARATION UTTERANCE.
IF
ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD, I
WAS MURDERED, and you need to retrieve my own voicemail,
on my own telephone; and then come to blogger dot com, and see who
has killed me; all of my enemies, and each one of them, in their own
evil ways.
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