How Would Yu Fil[-Am]?
Having to navigate a serpentine Silk Road, whose landscape is diverse, with forest steppes and deserts in the dry North near Russia's Siberia, and subtropical forests in the wet South close to Vietnam and Myanmar's Junta. The terrain in the West is rugged and at high altitude, with the Himalayas and the Tian Shan mountain ranges forming China's natural borders with India, Pakistan and Iran. In contrast, mainland China's Eastern seaboard is low-lying and has a 14,500-kilometre (9,000 mi) long coastline bounded on the South-East by the South China Sea and on the East by the East China Sea toward the rising of the Tsunami Disk, wherein lies North Korea and Samuraim Japan, ha?
II Western route — Urumchi in North-West (She')China with Germany passing through Kurdistan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Pakistan, India, Iran and Turkey.
III Northern route — Heilongjiang in North-East (She')China with South-Eastern Europe ending at Russia.
G@G is a Vampire
"And tidings will terrify him from the North-East, and he will go forth in great wrath to destroy and to exterminate many." — Daniyel 11:44
Just Passing Through
I Southern route — Kunming in South-West (She')China with Singa-Yom Kippore passing through Burma, Vietnamaste, Cambodia, Thailandim, Filipinim and Malaysia.
II Western route — Urumchi in North-West (She')China with Germany passing through Kurdistan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Pakistan, India, Iran and Turkey.
III Northern route — Heilongjiang in North-East (She')China with South-Eastern Europe ending at Russia.
Farewell G@G
Eliyokim Cohen say, "What does the Gemara say can save a Jew from what is to come?
Shabbos 118a say, [S]he who observes [the practice of] three meals on Shabbath is saved from three evils: the travails of Moshiakh, the retribution of Gehinnom, and the wars of Gog and Magog."
G@G is a Vampire
I envision Siamese-Dragons splitting fireworks from your Scorpion's tongue.
As you lick my Chamelion fangs, the Tsunami sets on Shabbas Nakhamu.
Aba scans West-East with shot glasses, passing the Torch of Struggle,
While Allah's children slice the throats of Shepherd Satyrs with stones.
She'China croons Sayonara like Wreaths into the Sacrificial Altar.
The Superman son of my dreams (will I ever play Liebesträume
Again?) hammers bamboo stakes through the sickle's jugular.
Vain. The Sonata casts a ray of realism on your fetishist nightmare.
You offer me ashen Tefillin wrapped in Pandora's television boxer:
Replace joy with mourning; Curb Your Complacency, Motherland say.
More Tisha B'av is my consolation prize, after Tisha B'av.
A silent, Kawai Grand shadowing — our only companion.
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