Nope, I have a static IP address I always have. We have high speed fiber optic internet 1gb up and 1 gb down is the speed, and my IP address is fixed. Second documents from the ISP of the website hate and flame, provide by their lawyer showed that I was never on that site period. 




DNS stands for Domain Name Service, which is for websites. The police were and still are under the impression that the Hate and Flame website belong to be. This however is NOT true, I had nothing to do with that site. In fact, when they came to my house on March 17th in 2018, they stated they wanted to talk to me about something that I posted on my website Hate and Flame. I informed them that night that the site hate and flame was NOT my site. This was later confirmed on March 30th, 2018

Here some notes from some emails I wrote, the persons they were sent too were left out. This is basically what I said:


Here’s the bottom line: this entire case hinges on a single image that was obtained through an illegal search.

In 2018, both the State and the police determined they no longer had probable cause—the original charges were dropped, and the warrant was quashed. At that point, my computers should have been returned to me. Instead, law enforcement ignored that legal conclusion and, still convinced I had made the threat, handed the devices over to the FBI days after probable cause had already collapsed.

That handoff—and the subsequent search—was unconstitutional. This is a case built on an unlawful search and seizure, carried out without a valid warrant or legal basis.

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Following up on my previous messages, I want to express—in no uncertain terms—the core issues that continue to undermine the integrity of this case:

1. It has taken over four years to obtain a Franks hearing. That kind of delay is not only unjustified, it’s unprecedented. A Franks hearing is narrowly focused and procedural—it does not take years to schedule unless someone is actively working to obstruct it.

2. The motion to withdraw came just one week before we were finally set to have that hearing. That timing alone raises serious red flags. After waiting four years, a sudden disruption right before the hearing is not just suspect—it appears deliberate.

3. It’s even more troubling when you consider that the motion to suppress was filed in September 2024—and the State still hasn't responded. Nearly a year of silence from the prosecution on a constitutional challenge is unconscionable.

4. This pattern of delay has caused considerable strain and frustration. To be candid, the only reason I started my public forum in the first place was to give voice to that frustration and to draw attention to the court's unwillingness to move on a hearing that should have been resolved years ago.

5. These delays are not benign. They have deprived me of a fair and timely process. The courts have allowed this case to fester in limbo, while critical facts—such as the invalidity of the original warrant and the State's suppression of exculpatory evidence—go unaddressed.

6. All of this contributes to a broader picture of systemic indifference and potential interference. From third parties communicating with the Public Defender’s office and external actors contacting civil rights attorneys on my behalf, to misrepresentations made to the court about the origin of the evidence—all of it points to a process badly in need of course correction.

I hope this adds clarity to my concerns. Let me know if you need anything from me before the 23rd.

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First, the document in question—a motion to dismiss—was not written by me. It was prepared and filed by my attorney. Despite impressions to the contrary, I did not author that motion.

Second, the CSAM allegation is based on a computer-generated image, which is not illegal under federal law or Illinois state law. That distinction matters, and it undermines the basis for the search.

Third, the search itself was conducted without a valid warrant. Even if the original warrant had not been quashed, it was constitutionally flawed from the start: it was a general warrant issued by the state in 2018 that failed to describe with particularity what digital content was to be seized. Law enforcement seized all data from 15 devices, a sweeping action that violated established constitutional protections.

This kind of broad, indiscriminate digital search was precisely what the U.S. Supreme Court condemned in Riley v. California (2014). In that decision, the Court made clear that modern digital devices cannot be subject to blanket searches—doing so without clear judicial authorization is a violation of the Fourth Amendment.

I appreciate the suggestion that court delays may be due to judicial utility or the prioritization of other matters—but respectfully, after over four years of inaction on a Franks hearing, that explanation feels insufficient. We're not talking about a crowded docket stretching timelines by months—this is a constitutional challenge that's been on ice for years, despite clear and compelling Fourth Amendment concerns.

As for the idea that this isn’t “active obstruction,” I understand why it might seem unlikely. But consider this: we’ve seen sudden motions to withdraw right before scheduled hearings, prosecutorial silence on key filings like the motion to suppress (filed back in September 2024) and known third parties disseminating misinformation that has influenced both counsel and potentially the court. When that pattern emerges alongside missed deadlines, quashed warrants, and Brady violations—it’s no longer a theory. It’s a structure.

So yes, maybe it's not XXXXX or XXXXX pulling strings directly. But the deeper concern isn't necessarily about conspiracy—it's about systemic indifference that allows manipulation, misinformation, and misconduct to go unchecked.

If that’s not obstruction in effect, I don’t know what is


The issue of being "blown off" has already been resolved. In an email, she confirmed that most of the questions I had submitted were already part of her planned examination for the suppression hearing. Those questions were intended for witnesses as part of the motion to suppress, and there was no hostile exchange between us.

The claim of “irreconcilable differences” originated from an email that was actually sent to her—not by me, but by Dirty Harry. He even acknowledged on my website that he sent it. She confirmed to me personally that a series of messages from him were the catalyst for this situation.

Absolutely—it's true that the system often wears people down, and many take pleas not because they're guilty, but because they can't endure the grind. That’s a hard, unfortunate reality.

But what I’m describing isn’t just bureaucratic drag or prosecutorial indifference. It’s a documented pattern:

A warrant that was quashed.

A Franks hearing delayed for over four years.

Third-party interference with defense counsel and potential witnesses.

Suppression motions ignored.

Disclosures withheld in violation of Brady v. Maryland.

When you stack all of that together—not just the slowness, but the timing, the outside meddling, and the procedural irregularities—it's not just frustrating. It begins to look like targeted obstruction, or at minimum, a system being manipulated by people outside it for personal reasons.

So, while I understand the hesitation to label something a conspiracy, this isn’t a belief built on paranoia—it’s a conclusion drawn from patterns, documents, and missed constitutional obligations.

I’m not asking anyone to believe in smoke where there’s no fire. I’m just asking them to recognize there’s a building burning down and the sprinklers haven’t even turned on.

Thanks for the acknowledgment on the frustration—that part’s real. But I need to respond directly to this idea that my using my website or forum somehow invalidates my position or hands "ammunition" to anyone.

Let’s be clear: transparency isn’t the problem—misuse of that transparency by third parties is. I used my site and platform to document procedural delays, challenge legal irregularities, and speak openly about a process that had stalled for years. That’s not performative—it’s defensive. It’s also my First Amendment right.

Now, if people from Kiwi Farms or elsewhere twisted that information for harassment or character attacks, that’s on them—not on me for refusing to stay silent. Silence benefits institutions hoping you’ll break under pressure. I chose not to let that happen.

Could I have handled disclosure differently? Possibly. But when you're boxed out of court proceedings and legal remedies stall, sometimes putting the facts in the sunlight is the only leverage you’ve got.

So, if I'm being criticized for not going quietly? I'll wear that. But I won’t apologize for refusing to disappear.


That’s a fair question—and one that deserves a clear answer. What I believe is being "suppressed" isn’t just evidence; it’s accountability and due process.

We filed a motion to suppress back in September 2024. As of now—almost a year later—the State still hasn’t filed a response, let alone set a hearing date. That’s not just delay. That’s procedural neglect.

What’s being suppressed is:

The opportunity to examine the validity of a quashed warrant

The chance to challenge an overbroad digital search that gathered everything from 15 devices

The exposure of how CSAM allegations arose from evidence acquired after probable cause had already collapsed

The discussion around third-party interference that may have influenced legal counsel and shaped court perception

So yes, a formal evidentiary hearing hasn’t occurred—but suppression isn’t always about the moment in court. It’s about how long the road to that courtroom is conveniently stretched by one side while constitutional questions sit in limbo.

Delay is suppression—when it's used to outwait the truth.

Let me be clear—my frustration isn’t about the concept of being investigated. It’s about how that investigation was handled, what was omitted, and how key decisions were shaped by external influence and outdated assumptions.

There is evidence that third parties, specifically Dirty Tony, interfered with my defense. The public defender herself told me directly and in person that communications from him impacted her perception of the case. He even posted online that he sent those emails. That kind of external meddling—especially from someone openly antagonistic—is not harmless commentary. It’s interference.

As for “misrepresentations,” I’m referring to claims made to the court and defense that the materials cited in my motion to suppress originated from me or my family. That’s false. Every fact in that motion is sourced from official files—the city police, the state, and the FBI—including discovery the prosecution initially withheld in violation of Brady v. Maryland.

Now, regarding the origins of this case: yes, the initial accusation involved a school threat—and when it was confirmed I wasn’t the poster, that matter was dropped. The problem is, the State kept going anyway. The city police handed the computers over to the FBI because they (the city police) didn’t have the ability to investigate Internet crimes. They (the FBI) didn’t get a new warrant for two years. They searched anyway. The seizure of every file from 15 devices wasn’t specific or timely. It was a general warrant, if it can be called one at all.

The “Mdew” allegation emerged after the second warrant, supposedly prompted by an anime image. But even that timeline is murky—and the image in question was likely computer-generated, which is legal under both federal and Illinois law.

This isn’t about denying scrutiny. It’s about demanding that scrutiny be constitutional, fact-based, and free from personal bias or third-party manipulation. The Franks hearing isn’t about the image, it’s about the legality of the search warrant. Because if the warrants are invalid then the case falls apart.

That’s a fair point—and ironically, it circles right back to the very heart of what the Franks hearing is about: how law enforcement got inside those devices in the first place, why they were searching, and under what authority. The CSAM allegation is the end of the trail—not the beginning.

My focus has always been the legality of the process—not the media frenzy that trails behind it. This all began with a warrant tied to a school threat I provably had nothing to do with. When that narrative fell apart, what should have happened is exactly what the Constitution demands: stop the search, return the property, and correct the record.

Instead, we got silence, delays, a quashed warrant, and nearly two years before the FBI got a second one—based on what? An anime-style image that, by legal standards, doesn't even qualify as contraband. That jump—from vague suspicion to sweeping search—is where the rights violations stack up, and that’s why the timeline, the data trail, and the cross-agency handling all matter.

And no—I haven’t lost the plot. I’m just refusing to ignore the opening chapters because the ending is messy. Due process applies from page one. That’s what this hearing is about. That’s where my attention is.

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Eleanor had loved James since the moment she first saw him—the kind of love that sank deep into her bones, the kind that made the world feel lighter in his presence.
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But promises could not stop fate.
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“Just a year,” he’d promised. “Then I’ll be back, and we’ll start our life together.”
Eleanor smiled through her heartbreak and kissed him goodbye at the train station.
But he never came back.
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But there was one letter—one she had never sent.
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The Closet
City of Dreams
See Emily Play
Room 326
The Yellow King
The Playground
Zephyr
One Summer Dream
Yellow King
Opus 21 (poem)
On The Threshold of a Dream
The Creeker
Jorogumo Forest
Willowbrook
The Case of Felix Vinkmeir
The Kitsune
The Condemnation of Chuck Livingston
The Village
Cinderdew
The Rift
A Quiet Undoing
Telephone Line
The Travaler
The Great Giggle in the Sky
The King in Yellow
Bug Bear
The Dark Moon
Hanako-san
The Book of Chaos
Spiral Gods and Bloodied Sands
Days of Futures Passed
Piper at the Gates of Dawn
The Pallid Mask Players
Blackthorn
The Katt Forest
The Relic
House with Four Doors
The Shadow of Ravenwood Bridge
The Dolls
The Yellow Queen
Cliffs of Leisevain
The Koppaburg Mountains
Eugene Knickerbocker
The Yellow Sign
The In-Between Express
The Hollow Beyond
Unbound: A Tale of Love and Worlds Beyond
The Musty Papers
The Parchment
The Yellow Queen Wake
The City of Shattered Neon
The Throne of Saffron Veils
The House at the Edge of Time
The Bell
The Yellow Child
The Garden
The Dark Hills
Ashwood
The Dark Door
West Bear Elementary School Incident
The Girl in Yellow
The Hollow
Dimensions Unbound: The Chase
The Yellow Queen Gambit
The Price of Choice
The Last Request
Three Stories of the Yellow Queen
More Stories of the Yellow Queen
The Cost of Power
The Man Who Loved a Ghost
The Wrong Kind of Gold
The Door That Shouldn't Exist
Th Forgotten Path
The Boy and Golden Queen
The Last Survivors
The Disappearance of the City of Dreams
The Last Step
The Quiet Passenger
The Queen Beneath Reality
Can You See??
The Last Transmission
The Things Yet to Come
The Yellow Queen
The Third Floor
A Letter Never Sent
The Sound of Rain
The Hollowing
Where the Lighthouse Fade
House of Echoing Madness

There once was a man from Bombay,

who crafted a cunt out of clay,

but the fire from his prick,

turned to brick,

and chafe all his foreskin away.

In her room, Emily finds solace,

Her hand gently explores her body's softness.

She traces delicate patterns on her skin,

Enjoying the tingling sensation within.

Emily caresses her inner thighs,

Feeling a warm and fuzzy desire rise.

Her fingers dance along her tender folds,

Exploring secret crevices untold.

As she touches herself more boldly,

A rush of pleasure washes over her body.

She arches her back, moaning softly,

Lost in the ecstasy that she's creating wholly.

Emily closes her eyes and imagines a dream,

Of love and passion so sweet and so keen.

Her fingers move in a rhythmic dance,

As she pleasures herself with such finesse and advance.

In this private world of her own making,

Emily finds joy, love, and satisfaction taking.

She knows that this is hers to keep secret,

A special time for her to feel electric.

The Candyman

Name: Unknown (some claim he had a human name once, but it was lost to time)

Alias: The Candyman

Age: Ancient—his true existence spans longer than recorded history

Appearance: A towering, spider-like entity with a grotesque humanoid torso; eyes like black voids, limbs covered in silken strands, fangs glistening with hunger

Domain: The Third Floor—a shifting pocket dimension within The In-Between

Nature: A predator, an anomaly, a horror born from the fabric of forgotten places

Origins

The Candyman was never meant to exist. He is an aberration, a being that formed from the fractures in reality, emerging where the boundaries between worlds grew thin and unstable. Some whisper that he was once human, a man lost in a place he should never have wandered into—but if that is true, there is nothing human left in him now.
The Third Floor

This is his lair, his hunting ground—a place that does not appear on blueprints or school maps, yet somehow exists in every school. Some stumble upon it by accident. Some find it because they are meant to. But once inside, the halls stretch longer than they should, twisting at unnatural angles, the air heavy with silence. And in the dark corners, he waits.

Hunger & Hunting

The Candyman does not kill for survival. He kills because he enjoys it. His victims—children, adults, anyone unlucky enough to step into his nest—are consumed entirely. Bones pile up in forgotten rooms, silk cocoons cling to the walls, whispering with muffled cries from those who were taken but not yet eaten.

The Yellow Queen's Influence

If The Third Floor is an extension of The In-Between, then The Candyman exists beneath the notice of The Yellow Queen—or perhaps, she chooses not to interfere, letting him remain in his endless cycle of hunting and feeding. But for Fox Smith and Nathan King, her protection ensured their escape—the only reason they survived was because she had a plan for them.

The Spawn

The Candyman does not work alone—his offspring, born from the women he keeps alive, scuttle through the nest, ensuring no one escapes. They are mindless, driven only by instinct and obedience, like worker ants in a hive, serving their monstrous creator without question.

Fear Beyond Death

Those who do not die still feel him. Survivors, if there are any, speak of silken whispers in the night, a hunger that never quite fades, a lurking sensation that he remembers them, even if they escaped. Some claim he visits their dreams, shaping the shadows of their nightmares into his twisted, grinning face.
There is no mercy in The Third Floor.

There is only The Candyman.