| Here is what Jess has to say about Jayk. I've printed it without her permission, perhaps I'll ask it soon. "The Ol' Rennaissance Man" "...Jayk who, now buried in bone teeth and flesh lust of our (or at least my) delusions, was no longer Jayk. Instead transmogrifying into a young and virile Henry VIII. A person who could read obscure and classic works insatiably; sing a delicate motet in gentle, unwavering tenor; whittle Immaculate, saintly images of wood; and write elaborately verbose, ostentatious poetry on love and honor and nobility. All done (and done well) before this young prodigious Renaissance boy could even master the physics of aiming his thing directly into a lavatory dust pit hole without urinating on himself." |
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