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They talk & laugh about it. What I hear them say is, "We stole all the music." They think I have forgotten, but they have no idea what I remember. They might catch glimpses and flashes of my memories and make movies based on them, but the movies are based on their truth, not mine. Like I said, what I heard them say was, "We stole all the music."

I was in England when I received a message to go to the flat with the yellow door. That's where this story truly begins — I had no idea then that everyone involved in the story was doomed. Many died, including me, because someone leaked our location. We had relocated outside England and were in a beautiful compound with a view of the Tasman Sea, and we prepared as we saw them coming. We always knew they were hunting us because of a previous engagement, and that it was just a matter of time.

What I hear them saying now is, "We stole all the music." FYI, they didn't steal the music — they stole the rights to the music, rights I acquired while in South Africa.

The woods keep saying they know where my daughter is. The Woods...

I remember searching for the good friend of an old vampire and ending up in The Woods behind a shooting and archery range.

Someone killed that vampire’s friend, and they tried to kill me while I was searching for him. Yes, I did find the missing friend, but this was over ten years ago, and much has changed. Today there were more than a few attempts on my life. I don’t take kindly to that; in fact, it pisses me off.

So those who claim to know where my daughter is have two choices: tell me, or don't. It's their choice—but I will not be held accountable for what happens to them if they make the wrong one.

As for the vampire's friend buried in those woods, eventually a new highway was routed over his grave. It was a massive cover-up. I sent the information about where the friend was to my point person's assistant for that old vampire, but for some reason he threw the information away as if it weren't valuable. I risked more than my life to attain that information, and he just threw it away—must have thought it wasn't important.

The man was a Senior Executive in an Immortal's business, and he discarded the details of how the Immortal's friend died and where he was buried. That is neither loyalty nor respect to his Boss or to me. Oh, and for the record, my direct contact with the Immortal's business was not the Senior Executive who threw what I provided away; my direct contact was the Immortal's son, who was also the Senior Executive's Boss.

One day I was perusing a magazine published by the immortal's son and I ran across an article. It was in the very center of the magazine, so when I first saw it I was looking at the two center pages. In very large font, the title jumped out at me: "We Eat Our Enemies." I left the immortal's business shortly after reading that article, but I have never forgotten what I learned or what happened during the time I was with it.

I won't sugarcoat it anymore. You screw me over, and I'll kill your soul. Those who know what the Second Death is will understand.

I'm not talking about murder on the physical plane — I'm talking about that soul thing few people believe in anymore. Try to betray me, and that's exactly what I'll take from you. Or maybe I'll take the soul of someone you care about and make you watch what they become. Mortals who suffer a Second Death before their first become a mere shell — a soulless husk, more mindless ghoul than zombie.

Now that we're on the same page: is that what you want? Betray me, and your friends and family may begin to look different to you — like an irresistible snack you can't help but bite.

I can't wait to see the news about those who thought they stole from me and got away with it.

Recently, it was proven that more than one timeline exists — maybe time doesn't exist at all, but nonlinear dimensions do.

Each time those particles smashed together, a mini black hole formed. Pretty soon there were black holes within black holes. One thing about black holes: nothing ever gets out.

I wonder where a black hole within a black hole leads. It leads to this: a cop, one year away from his pension, walking into his chief's office, & putting down his gun and badge with a resignation letter.

And so it is.

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Zulgorath
00:54 May 12 2026

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Ohhh man!!! I'm hearing that I'm dead again. I'm also hearing voices in my house. Then again, maybe I'm the ghost in their house...

I don't see them — those who belong to the voices I'm hearing — but based on what they're saying... they obviously see me.

I also need to mention the members of a group that I've been hearing a lot from lately. I would mention the name of the group, but they are considered to be a religion, and saying the name I hear would not be in good taste.

Many of the group have me on their "do not call" list; others of their group curse me, but a handful reach out nearly every night.

He needed help & prayed in his own way -- who do you think showed up?

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Perdition! Belief is not a requirement...

Received a message that I almost caught her. I don't have to catch her if I'm standing behind her when she uses my name.

I have received the message before.

Once again, I am hearing my web activity being discussed by random 'people'.

You've made 404 posts to the stream. Must be an error of some kind.

Yeah-No!

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LadyStrigidae
23:09 May 07 2026

interesting but odd right?

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Maro
23:46 May 07 2026

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