jay
Jay was locked up in the cupboard only to be taken out at the richtige zeit um der Wettbewerb zu zerstoeren as a show pony of magical impotency.
Having brought Mos and Is together through his only consideration: take take take: Jay finally found himself stepping outside without a shadow. 'You are the one and there is no one else' repeated mantra-like. Both the educated drunk and the unrecognised genius traipse through a background of wine and hemlock in an opium daze falling into a deathly fit of sleep and onto the canonical test.
Small wrote on the relations between Nietzsche and Ree, perhaps it is time to write on the one between Daley and Roper. Alphabetical order of course. Show me the money and I ill get right down to it. But for now, on the time that is mine, without a care to the next piece of subsistence, I am throwing the decadence of the days away on the tools that please me ever so. I have been working like this for months, years, lifetimes. Now I am taking it outside to see if it runs away, is beaten up, crawls home with its tails between its legs, or turns up on the bank of a river. Or just disappears forever...drowning the time away behind a machine that does not fill the hole, but burrows deeper into vexed time.