This is the real thing. I (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) have no idea where it is, but it may be some place in Siberia (neo-Imperial Putainia). There are other possibilities. In any case, you are right here, right now, in Cyberia.
"X" marks the spot; You are here and you are lost. But there's nowhere else to go. My (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) advice: peregrinatio in stabilitate.
I found the below image somewhere on The Internet, +2006.12.06. If you are looking for the end of the world, try:
Only two miles (kilometers?) to go. Keep your seat belt fastened. Enjoy!
- ↑ I (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) once caught the end of a Tampax ad where a lady was worried about a lost tampon in her body which she could not find. The doctor in the ad asked her where she thought it had gone. The lady replied: "To heaven?" So here is where lost tampons go. Per Roz Chast, lost cat toys go to NYC bedrock. Cheers!
- ↑ "A KGB Officer is never a former KGB Officer." (Vladimir Putin)
- ↑ You can go on a pilgrimage without leaving your house, nor, a fortiori, you native town (ref.: Matteo Ricci, S.J.). No need for any Travel Agent except maybe your local parish priest or your favorite shrink. Crescit eundo.