(Gulliver Traveled) is Out of Print

'Multiples' have been described in the profession as a 'myth', but can one truly argue the accomplishments of a decorated charlatan. Many names forecast many potential possibilities. Hogwash hides in a mist. The veil of profound nothingness. Gullivers Travels. Not Gilligans Island. Who wants to be seasick?!

Dear Abby. It's so untrue. Your name in not Abby. So just stop it! Don't argue this point as it would prove to be an exercise in furthering this futility. Let us further embellish for a traveler's guide sake what I shall decide to call you...  Hmmmm. Now that's, and this, will be a good one. Let me see here... what shall WE finally call you?

To be continued. 

No. 'Continue now,' bitched Klaus Kinski from the grave. 

So 'Klaus' it shall be.

FADE TO:  http://www.messynessychic.com/2013/08/29/paradise-lost-the-hippie-refugee-camp/

And this cold blooded animal collapsed with great joy- awwwwwwww . So adorable! So damn cute. WE swear that it looked, in the mirror, that single moment, like a great big fuzzy polar bear.  The one animal that hunts for the mere sport of it. For days. For weeks. For fun. Like all good travel should be.   

And the traffic's weight grew heavy upon the road.  City, or village, it really did not matter. 

The tragedy of peace was omnipresent. Vroom (also spelt varoom). Vroom. Vroom times three(3) over...

                                         

the end.