The sandy travel(s) of Rogelius Papanueces

Rogelius Papanueces (or Papanoices, or Papanueches) was born in the warmest town of England: Pureeton, and during his childhood he only played with a spinning top made of baked mud -and during his childhood. 

One day, when he was 39, his uncle Pappo Papanueces gave him two elk(s), to endeavor his interminable journey on the sandy paths of the Silk Road, where he found and then lost the Hawkwind Rosé, like Marco Polo, the traveler, before he was tele-transported to Nobody's Zone.

And some say it was only an illusion, the Hawkwind Rosé, because it's just a symbol, it doesn't exist, some say.

And the elk(s) were huge, and Rogelius Papanueces looked quite dwarfed when he mounted on 'em.
And the elk(s) spoke words of wisdom, and they knew the language of every bird, and the red jungle monkeys.

And Salman Rushdie's "Satanic Verses" landed from the Heavens. 
And the book became blue and yellow, and it was blessed by Allah.
And Rushdie was softly boiled in the milk of one infinitesimal Muslim Purgatory for 199 years only.
Because the mercy of Allah was over Rushdie, and over his house, and over his progeny until today.


And at the end of the day some say he was only an illusion, Rogelius Papanueces, because he's just a symbol, he doesn't exist, some say.