Radio Frequencies?

1:56 a.m.

They’re trying to make me go to the bathroom again. That’s how quick and speeding my heart rate up again. They’re making me breathe funny. “Amanda” they are going to go tattle on me. Slimy little females want to mess with my vagina all the time. (Biokenesis through subliminal repetition.)

1:59 a.m.

They’re in there like “Amanda, people are getting mad,” and she’s like “I don’t care, I don’t care what they get mad about. I hate this family so much. I hate her. Danielle is sick minded and Da**** sat there and did nothing.” Then someone else is over there, Scotty is like, no, no, no tell her Da***** snitched somebody out, yeah, Da***** snitched somebody out. God, I hate these people they are ridiculous. They are just a bunch of adult idiots, just adult idiots. All day and all night this is what I put up with. This is what I live with.

“She’s figuring out who really tortured them.” Someone says now. Present time. Referring to my book of names. (Psychic brushes) That happened around the same time as the “Torture Chair” and “Hanging”. I am still debating whether or not to publish any of the names that I came up with.

2:04 a.m.

Amanda M just said that, “Da**** screams like the p*ssy he is.” “Punta.” That he is, but then she changed it to p*ssy that he is. “Thank you.” Leanne says. They think because they’ve got me saying it, but I’m repeating it for them. (I know it doesn’t read right but I knew what I meant.) “I know what I’m doing.” She said, “I’m taking Da**** from you,” Next. “Rob.” She was repeating Angels words from Saturday. Saturday is the day she said it. “Amanda’s got a big head right now.” Get off of my heart. That “Robby M is actually somebody”, now they make me pee on myself just a little bit.

2:07 a.m.

I’m not sure how that would be.

2:11 a.m.

I gotta pee.

2:17 a.m.

I’ve got to go to the bathroom again. They want me to go pee again. F*ck Cracker and them they kept me up all night to play this little game for Amanda M.

(Present time. 11:34 p.m. 5.23.23 Come sit by me Cracker is saying…Da**** name a female is saying…. We’ll do this when she goes to bed. She repeats for me. I wasn’t playing with you…. Amanda M trails…Excuse me. Jason D says. Thank you. They say. They are all giving me stank looks. Stank? We’re proud of ourselves. They correct. They try to trick me into saying things about animal cruelty. They say it and no one hears them, and then I fire back, and they let people hear that. “Shut up, one more time” Shelby says. Now they want me to say something racially offensive to blacks. Crackers plan. Give her her life back.) Barack is his moniker. He shoots me a look when I start to write that. He is a light skinned black man.

2:26 a.m.

Well, I’ll just say it for her Amanda M says after they tell me not to repeat anything that they try to put on me. They try to hypnotize me to say things that they know will get someone in trouble or make it continue. All of the things that’s going to piss someone off. Amanda M is saying it. Amanda M is saying it. Saying something about “Beat your *ss Da****. Beat your *ss Da****. Please don’t.” And now, eh eh, it’s them, their hands up. They’re hypnotizing me. I’ve got a baby next to me. I’ve got to go to sleep. They had their fun. Fkn scum bags. Yeah right. Get a life. No, you don’t. God. I never pee’d on a towel. I never on my hand. I never choked my son. I don’t care what you say. Not guilty. Not guilty don’t care. Excuse me while I go to sleep now.

2:30 a.m.

“Oh, I won’t.” “Don’t feel guilty.” “Mother F*cker.” “Ka****s mom” “Jason B and someone are…” he’s saying something about Jason B and something about Da****. I don’t know. They are all setting someone up. Amanda W and Chris Sch. “Sch*eller and W**kinson are acting.” “Speed her up.” “Keep her up.” “Oh, this is what you get for keeping her up.” Next. Oh, they want me to go pee one more time. Now they are clogging my nose. His buddy Asher? Don’t believe her she’s full of sh*t. Amanda M is kissing that ass. Amanda M don’t even put it on me. Don’t even talk about my son. Rachel R is saying something about my son. Goodbye. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t think so. Joseph P is saying something about Chama really loves me, 3 different people. “God, I want to.” Amanda M. That little girl screamed for hours. Amanda just realized what it was, they were in there, you tell me. You thought so. Cellulite on my legs. They did something that involves my daughter. Ka****, I’m good. That’s all you would have to say. “Don’t hit me.” Not me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m s-I don’t care. Stop clogging my nose. Stop making me have to use the restroom. It’s fkn annoying. Garbled smiling. I don’t know. Amanda’s mother is here. Hypnosis. Not guilty. Not guilty. Not guilty. Skittles. This is all bullsh*t. Don’t even put that sh*t on me. Seven years. Get off of my vag.