Hello. I am Locolies. You may remember me from such shows as.. actually nevermind, I come here to get away. to escape. from the madness dealt to me, from my past lives. its only a matter of time, if that can be said, and at times it can, before they find me again. maybe they already know, surely they do, they always watch. From their Nexus position, with the mayans and egyptians. watching, laughing, learning, feeding.


I spend most, if not all, of my time (and sometimes our time) in dreaming. many lives. fallen, lost, wanderer. trill, a beautiful flower.. whats next.. Next. good movie. "Tiiime... is on my side.. yes it is" - good song. the music, its on mind, it wont stop.. probing me, stealing my thoughts into sound waves. I wanted to share. its vanity, VanityWolf. look its a dancing banana! I always liked them, thats probably why I keep seeing them.. better than if I didn't like them, and kept seeing them. I did that once, kept seeing all the things i didnt like. They would cart them in, like a string, all the things, and see what i would do. I learnt healing then. I dont like disease.

My last life.. No, it was many ago, but a most notable one, I was a sorcerer, a man who practiced magic in a group. The givernment found me. wanted to learn about chimmera, and about dreamingz. ABZ. we learnt a lot, until the greed got us. yes us. the world was watching, on a holovision uplink. through the airwaves, space and the stars. and just like the Biblical prophecies from that worlds 'god', the governments around the world built dark-matter, or anti-matter bombs. to X out the entire known world. we found, or rather I found, given to me, a special book that held a key. a way back, into a storage place of the mind, and the minds, a special feature, that was encased within those airwaves, those light beams. and so when the world died, the one i used to live in, it disapeared, but what was stored was all the collection, all the evolution, the culture, the voices, of that world, and the tracks that the spirits left behind, as they died and went to their next places. energy signatures. trails made from the very collapse that killed them, and the opposite travail of their new lives paths, coupled with the collapse. the Nexus. The Borg. hunted. the hunter. Hunts.

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