The combination of the Scorpio New Moon, Hallowe'en and the Spring Racing Carnival have unleashed energies that have propelled me through an amazing process of enlightenment and ascension.
Indeed, fellow thrill-seekers, I have ascended from the Ninth Level of Hell - Cocytus - to the Eighth Level of Hell - the Malebolge.
The leap of consciousness that has released me from the company of the treacherous to hobnob amongst the merely fraudulent malicious panderers is redolent of my years as a teenage werewitch in the wilds of the Northern suburbs of Melbourne: if you can't eat them, join them.
With just eight shopping days left until 11:11:11, I feel that I have been given a glittering backstage pass and I can say with presumptuous pride, elegant envy, grecian greed, wide world of wrestling wrath, lilithian lust, georgian gluttony and victorious virtual vanity: I'm with the band.
Get your Dante on, flunk the test!
Indeed, fellow thrill-seekers, I have ascended from the Ninth Level of Hell - Cocytus - to the Eighth Level of Hell - the Malebolge.
The leap of consciousness that has released me from the company of the treacherous to hobnob amongst the merely fraudulent malicious panderers is redolent of my years as a teenage werewitch in the wilds of the Northern suburbs of Melbourne: if you can't eat them, join them.
With just eight shopping days left until 11:11:11, I feel that I have been given a glittering backstage pass and I can say with presumptuous pride, elegant envy, grecian greed, wide world of wrestling wrath, lilithian lust, georgian gluttony and victorious virtual vanity: I'm with the band.
Last night in Memphis
Tonight in New Orleans
Tomorrow I’ll be miles from here
Ain’t nothing to me, nothing me
Sweet gypsy highway
Won’t you let me chase my dream
Cause I got a song to take me there
And it’s something to see, something to see
Lord I was born with a suitcase in my hand
Living in a life that few could understand
Sometimes it gets so confusing that I don’t know where I am
But I always know who I’m with
I’m with the band
Cheap whiskey midnight
Another round with my friends
Watching the world through the windshield
And we’re rolling again, rolling again
Lord I was born with a suitcase in my hand
Living in a life that few could understand
Sometimes it gets so confusing that I don’t know where I am
But I always know who I’m with
I’m with the band
Oh Lord I was born with a suitcase in my hand
Living in a life that few could understand
Sometimes it gets so confusing that I don’t know where I am
But I always know who I’m with
I’m with the band
Last night in Memphis
Tonight in New Orleans
Tomorrow I’ll be miles from here
Ain’t nothing to me, nothing me
Tonight in New Orleans
Tomorrow I’ll be miles from here
Ain’t nothing to me, nothing me
Sweet gypsy highway
Won’t you let me chase my dream
Cause I got a song to take me there
And it’s something to see, something to see
Lord I was born with a suitcase in my hand
Living in a life that few could understand
Sometimes it gets so confusing that I don’t know where I am
But I always know who I’m with
I’m with the band
Cheap whiskey midnight
Another round with my friends
Watching the world through the windshield
And we’re rolling again, rolling again
Lord I was born with a suitcase in my hand
Living in a life that few could understand
Sometimes it gets so confusing that I don’t know where I am
But I always know who I’m with
I’m with the band
Oh Lord I was born with a suitcase in my hand
Living in a life that few could understand
Sometimes it gets so confusing that I don’t know where I am
But I always know who I’m with
I’m with the band
Last night in Memphis
Tonight in New Orleans
Tomorrow I’ll be miles from here
Ain’t nothing to me, nothing me
Get your Dante on, flunk the test!
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