The immortal would die on the highest peak of Earth, there is a limit to how many different tricks magick can bring, and there is a limit to how many times you can come back from the dead. Just in the past 6 months I have been in 5 different bodies. Last night I did the wrong thing again, and what should have killed me touched me in places that I know put my mind into my feet. I felt a mosquito on my neck that I knew was not there, I felt it cross my floating collar bone like a cat, making love to itself with it's paws being licked. But every rose has a thorn, they save the best for last, could you figure out the trip?

There are god makers I can't tell you how to escape death, I didn't make a cheat sheet, I just wanted to go to hell, the rest of you need people in high places. But when the god makers make you a god, then it is time to make Gods, for what did we flirt with disaster for? Gambling with our lives is the fun there is. I have been told that you can escape death as Ziggy says, just leave the constraints, but that is how bums are made. I talked to a bum on church steps whom gave me a clue he said he was on the street when his mom died, then he got up and I saw the back of his thighs and they were eaten up by something. His mother was gone in him. I knew where to receive the message in all of Manhattan, the bum was there, he taught me what the rest of the world could not, and it was a crucial ingredient to the lack of repitition in deke-ing death, it just can't be done, there are only so many moves, and no one is immortal.

The pyramids of the Egyptians were not for the immortality of the Pharaohs, it was for the immortality of his people. They climbed up the pyramids black men and came down white on the other side. Some failed lived and roamed, and learned the laws of death, to cheat death, to not sleep in the same place twice, but then you are a vampire for ever.

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