Radio Frequencies?

“If she only knew how much that meant…” present time 10:22 p.m. 5.24.23 I care too. I try to tell them. This is for all of us.

“I say a little prayer for you.” Aretha Franklin (Bezrial, my angel of many faces)

You’re talking about my coochie to my kids? “I don’t respect your family.” You’re looking at my pictures? My kids’ pictures too? Obsessed doesn’t begin to cover, I ain’t guilty. They’re all the same guys. Did I have to point that out to you, or did you get the message? My 19 year old involved? You know what you did to his brother. Won’t be hard to prove now. Look at you people. Don’t talk about my kids, don’t talk about me like that. “I don’t know something…” I don’t know who you are, you sound so much like other people. I don’t know what…garbled..Where is my son? I don’t see him. (Remotely) Since all that happened, he’s not on the line. “Getting his ass kicked?” Is that right? That’s usually how it goes when y’all are involved. Threatened, getting hurt is that right? That’s what they said. Nothing bad. Never. Never. Next. Never. Not even worried. Don’t even try that crap. Don’t even try that crap. They’re trying to make Da**** say that crap. I love Danielle so much. These are your people Leanne G, they’re saying. It’s not me, it’s your people. You guys are winners. Where did my son go. Where is my son at? Who? “Don’t say his name.” They said. Next. Let’s give them a show. Telling you, Andrew saying it and someone else. This is ridiculous. “Give Danielle her life back.” You just want to look at my pictures. Danielle is recording. They both did. “Tell Amanda something.” Someone said. “You’re dead.” “You brought Tommy’s name up at the right time.” Where is my son at? Where is my son at? They’re not letting Chris say it if that is Chris. “Give Danielle her life back.” Where’s my son at? Where’s my kid at? Where’s my kid at? I don’t want him involved. You don’t owe these people anything. You don’t own Leanne G, Amanda M or any of these people a damn thing. Leave. You don’t owe Jeff M a damn thing. He owes you. Leave. Leave. Danielle P says leave. Leave babe. Tell him it’s okay to leave. Tell him it’s okay to leave Joe. Tell him it’s okay to leave. Tell him it’s okay to leave. Tell him it’s okay to leave. Tell him it’s okay to leave. He is not. What are y’all smiling about? “That’s not what he was saying a couple minutes ago.” That’s not what who was saying a couple minutes ago? “I smell something cooking.” Are you talking about burnt chicken skin? I don’t owe you sh*t. I’ll tell the whole world and I plan to. I’m not snitching I’m going to the police. I’m the victim and I’ll tell the whole world. Bet your ass I am. Yep. Call me what you want to. The police, a private investigator, anyone who will listen. Anyone I can get my hands on. The only snitches I see are over there. Telling the whole world. Proud of it. Try that sh*t with me. So, I guess that’s what that was, burnt chicken skin. Next. Not in a bad way at all. You sound similar. Shut her gullet. Who you saying that for they ask. Tell Danielle to shut her gullet right now. I know they’re threatening my son right now. Uh oh. My son baby Keegan. Don’t even worry. Not. Next. So I got someone over here, Miami Vice, pointing to his eye, or someone playing his part anyways. Blending with someone else. Now they all want to put on a show. Every time something like this happens, they put my son through hell. Where is he? They’re saying John L’s name. Would you go over there John? He knows where they are. Act normal they’re saying. That better be him they’re saying. “Hey baby, what are you doing?” Laying in bed? What you up to? Did you go to school today? Why not? You weren’t feeling good? Awe that sucks. Did you go yesterday? That sucks how long have you been sick for? That stinks. Oh I got an invitation to Morgans wedding. Yeah, so I’m going to RSVP so we can go. Do you want to go? You, Ja**son, me, and Ka*** alright? How’s the kitten? The kittens been sick? Like a little cough or pooping? Oh like conjunctivitis? Oh well I hope you feel better. Go to school tomorrow.

Present time 11:06 p.m. 5.24.23 Something is happening right now while I am writing this. They are raising my pulse and acting real bitchy. Lexie in particular. Someone else’s pulse must be speeding. Specifically. Lexie is saying “Trust me, no one is going to” find out/do nothing, I can’t remember which. She is saying that to Jeff M. They think they are going to get away with it all. Conspiracy to commit murder against my son and I. “That’s not all.” Someone fills in.