JAUL!

Jaul arises in 1981 and 1891. In 3064 and tomorrow. After Ibrahimovic and before Nectanebo II. Before the dark ages and after spring break. Before time was, Jaul is.

Jaul arises in Miami, Hell, Holzschlag, the Andes, Sparta, Chianti and Wall Street. In the Antennae galaxies, Kungsmässan, Flushing Meadows and the Mariana trench. Before space was, Jaul is.

Jaul is a bird in space and Jaul is the space in a bird.
Jaul is saliva, patrón, november rain and panic. It is a relief, a citrine and it is broken dreams.
Jaul is the harlot, the prince, the snake and the shaman. In a spyker c8 laviolette. And on a mirage.
Jaul is raspberries and chlamydia, it is the shadow and it is a clapping game.
Jaul is platinum and it is valium, it is a quasar and it is a lie. Jaul is a beech forest and a slamdunk.
Jaul is cashmere, sweat, zooxanthellae and a stiletto. It is implosion technology and it is the match point.

Jaul is you and you are me and I am Jaul.

In eternity.

Jaul!