It’s shaping up to be another night in hell for this national treasures of a poet ~ and her readers.

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Tonight, along with the intermittent taps, clicks, squeaks and cackles being broadcast into transceivers which have been placed in three locations on the body of the poet’s van (these timed exactly to each moment at which she drops into slumber) ~ we also have a continuously broadcast random tone generator being played at just the threshold volume of human hearing.

Transceiver broadcasts can be traced back to their senders.

We’re not trying very hard at all to find this outrageous criminal, perpetrator of death, destruction and torture on what are rapidly becoming epic levels ~ are we?