SUNY

Hello, Chelsea.

We have been stranded at one of the churches we stay at due to inclement weather which is supposed to get worse. During this time Carolyn has been flushing my body, or suit, out. Meaning, I’ve been in the bathroom several times today, which is interesting since I haven’t consumed anything today with the exception of this morning.

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My hesitation to complete this last step is caused by my fear of losing my daughter Chelsie. Alex and Carolyn have promised me several times that will not happen, that she will be with me in person within 24 hours after they extract her. I remember hearing Alex say that when I start to feel the bond between my daughter and I this will be close to ending. I heard this over a year ago, it was also written about here.

I can understand why the information here could be seen as the rantings of a madman, repetition appears to be the norm here. How many times have you read “I feel quite different”, or, “I think something will happen”? Probably more times than I care to think about. So if this time is actually “the” time, who would believe it? I’d say probably no one, including you too, Chelsea. I can understand if that is true and I can accept that, I mean, this has been going on for 4.5 years, that’s a long time. However, if someone did bring this to the attention of the media or someone who would take interest in this it probably would have been bad for us, thinking realistically of course. And now we’re in a church. God level irony at its best. You couldn’t make this up. Fortunately, both churches have documented proof that we were here. And speaking of documentation, students from SUNY New Paltz are making a television documentary about the homeless people in Poughkeepsie. We were asked if we would be interested in being part of the documentary but we declined.

I am so tired. From what I understand, someone will be coming here with food since there isn’t any here, dinner-wise. Should I eat any? Only if Carolyn says yes. I think that I won’t eat anything, just to be safe.

If I were to choose what has my interest more than anything regarding all this, it would be DHG. Carolyn said that DHG is running parallel with us, causing me to think about him, it. From what I’ve seen, I would say that DHG is about 10 feet tall and might weigh around a thousand pounds. Now that’s scary. Combine that with its attitude, now that’s terrifying. Can you imagine waking up one morning to see that you now have two heads? I can’t. I don’t want to imagine that for myself or for anyone. Two heads, one body, fuck that.

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I just heard that pizza is on the way. Pizza is Chelsie’s favorite. Could this be any more difficult? Yes it could. Whenever Chelsie gets hungry I remind her that not eating is only temporary, that there will be plenty of food afterwards. If Carolyn says yes to pizza it would be only for 1 slice. Chelsie could eat an entire pizza in one sitting. I say that the simplest thing to do is to not eat or drink anything, after all, its only for a few days. But if Carolyn says yes, then I will give Chelsie a slice, with nothing to drink. In actuality, I can eat a little food as long as I don’t drink anything. My concern is the water content in the food, that’s why I think its best not to have anything. No food, no worries, simple as that.

Our phone needs to be charged so we will stop here. We might write later, I think that Alex and Carolyn have something to say.

Enjoy your evening, Chelsea, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar for Chelsie. Alright, Kiddo?

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Alright.

Have a good night, Sweetheart.

Love, Von

xo xo

 

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