Radio Frequencies?

2:22 p.m.

“Sitting there doing everything you say and y’all are ganging up on him.” “Your life is fu*ked up from the way they tell it.” Jennifer Z I think. Da**** is trying to speak but I can’t hear him. “Bring up Sheila.” Fu*k that. No. Bullshit. “Da**** loves his mommy so much.” I hate these people so much. This is who they are every day. He can’t win here. I’ll be damned you’re fuc*ing.. What are you going to do about it, huh? Tell him to be quiet for a minute. They are hypnotizing me. Next don’t care. Next don’t care. They’re hypnotizing me. What happened? Now I see him getting upset because I didn’t hear the guy whatever he was saying, and they were hypnotizing me. Don’t tell me that. They are getting all worked up and trying to put it on Da****. They’re lying. What about teeth removed. I hate these fu**ing scum bags. Don’t worry I am not a molester. I just said that he had his hand up when they burned him and when they squeezed his fingers back. Like sh** your mom just fu**ed up by saying that. “Told you she’d bring it up.” You’re damn right I’d bring it up. Someone just yelled “Stop” and then somebody else yelled stop and then Joe got worried. Now they’re saying, “Turn it off.” Alejandro and someone else, Rachels saying, “Picking her words very carefully.” “Are you kidding him right now? You just freaked out on him for no reason.” They are hypnotizing me. I love you. It’s my son but it’s not my son. It’s somebody else playing his part but its him. What’s Michael Anthony and Alejandro doing? Scho*ller, Cracker. I love you man. You don’t have to take this shit. I’m not doing this anymore. They’re changing his appearance again. “I made you a promise,” they say for Cracker. Cracker is sitting there laughing. Do you know what his promise was? Both of us belong in a box…I never actually heard the rest. “Tell Dak**a,” “how ugly he is.” Two different people. Now they’re trying to make fun of him something about him crying. I’m crying he said. He’s saying what they wanted him to. They are hypnotizing me. “Head down in the shower.” “Bring his neck up again.” Fuc* you. You will not threaten me with my kid. Fuc* that. Talkin about his balls. Stop her right now. “We don’t listen to her; we don’t respect her.” “We hate her family.” “Jennifer Z and something about whipping and then he says I asked you not to bring that up again. I get the impression that my son has been on the line for a while. Fuc* these people. Sit there and call me fake. Do you know how many people are paid to do this.

(Present time, they are all still setting me up and having a blast. They are acting like Mia’s on the line and they have Joe trying to sound like his father big Joe. Now they have a Rachel sound alike acting like she’s all pissed off at me. 6:25 a.m. 2.23.23)

(6:51 a.m. Present time. “Cracker couldn’t be happier.” They just set me up to be hurt. I say out loud “What was I thinking” because I’d truly just forgotten. A female who is trying to sound like a friend of mine that lives up there says, “Say that for him.” Referring to John L or Joel. Amanda M says my son’s name. “Keep going with it.” Cracker and another male maybe Scott are instructing her. There is microphone feedback and a female, Jennifer Z saying, “B*tch”. “Can I tell Danielle something?” she asks with a lisp. They think that’s funny. I hate them so much for making this person. In all ways. This is junior high b.s.)

Amanda M is saying something to me outside of the room that I am in, so I can’t really hear her. Cracker is laughing. The others are hypnotizing me. “Give Danielle her f**king life back.” Where is Da****? “He’s sitting there doing everything you fkn say.” I don’t know who it is. Amanda H maybe? Who is listening? They are getting worried. You are all pieces of shit. In real life that is what happened. It’s been 7 years. I’m so fkn tired of this shi* they’ve got 70 people on their side. “Tell Da**** to look up to the sky” They are threatening my son. “Cut it off, cut it off.” That’s all he’s saying. Joe, chubby and shower and now they want me to participate in a stupid way. “Cracker, look that way. Look that way before.” They know they are making it up. They know they are. Next. Where is my son at. I don’t think so. Next. Where’s Da****? I don’t think so b*tches. “Tell your son what a pussy he is.” I don’t think anything bad at all. Will Ga****. Michael Anthony and Will Ga*** on the same couch where they shouldn’t be. Another black guy maybe Cam? Newton’s his name they say. “Turn it off. Turn it off for a minute.” “Taking a drag off their cigarette.” “Here we go again.” “It was all cleaned up.” “Jennifer” “Z” alright you know what. “Lexie slapped him in the face several times.” “Somebody stop her.” Rachel saying. R**e. Somebody elses Rachel or ex-girlfriend. “Scho*ller is sitting there.” Not that bad my ass. “Drowning him.” “Give your mother,” “Something else is happening.” Amanda M. something about what all he’s lost. “That’s never gonna happen.” They are so fkn guilty. Get Da**** off the line and out of his house. Please don’t involve him. Someone’s getting real happy. Stop, stop. Let him be. Tell Danielle I’m smarter than you. Shoa** over there. “I will give you anything you want.” Joe saying that? All I am asking for is for you to help me prove it to the world. What about Jennifer living down here? “Give Danielle her life back.” Rachel says, “Joe P scares me.” and now they say Michael Anthony, who was telling the truth? Was anyone listening? Who pushed who’s head where? They’re pissing me off. Every one of them are going to get away with it. “Can’t take her seriously.” “Love your mother so much.” They picked up a baseball bat and hit my fuc*in son. They did these things. They just reminded me. You want to rub it in my face and then you don’t want me to say anything? Fuc* that. I’m under hypnosis. Now they are saying “Can I tell Danielle something?” Will Ga*** is advising me to listen to the recording so that I know where he stands next time. When it comes to my son.

That is only 30 minutes into a 2 hour recording.