CRISPY CONSIDERS A JOURNEY

I could go to Singapore. I could go to Aukland.
I could go to Vietnam. I could go to London.

I couldn’t go to Singapore. I couldn’t go to Aukland.
I couldn’t go to Vietnam. I couldn’t go to London.

Maybe I could go to London. To London, I could go.

I would drive to Singapore and get in a taxi to Aukland. In Aukland, I would take a nap, or as they say in Aukland, a “siesta.” Waking up refreshed from my Aukland siesta, I would bicycle to Vietnam, and, if I still had the energy to do it, I would go to London, probably by Le Zeppelin Nacional, which is really the only way to go to London.

If you are coming to London, from Vietnam via Aukland–Singapore.

SOON TO BE NOTES ON TRIP:

Singapore: filled with tales about Turtles Saving Fishermen. Lots of bunk.

Aukland: New Zealand is free of most animal diseases. Everything is really clean and the ice cream seems colder because it is so darn clean! Nobody eats more ice cream than the Auklanders! Nobody! Nobody! Nobody. God I am lonely.

Vietnam: was really the child of a huge dragon lord and mountain fairy. They were huge. That’s what everybody keeps telling me. Personally, I believe them. They seem very sincere. Everybody is sweating. It is too hot to eat ice cream. The bicycle was invented in Vietnam, as was the dragon lord, who rode a bicycle. He was extremely fierce and brandishing a broadsword exhibiting extraordinary cycling balance finesse!

London: I am thinking fondly of Singapore. When you miss the things you hate the most, you miss the most. I hate turtles. Where are the turtles? And soon I will hate ice cream. Where’s the ice cream? There’s the ice cream.