Welcome Mat for Helkenberg
This is Dante’s death mask. His nose & chin are bigger than mine. How we can talk. This is my secretest site. I’m going to tell you truths here I can’t tell my wife or anyone else. I’m doing this because I need a literary executor who is both honest and discreet. I know we have things in common. Love of numbers and math. You’ve got to read the Numerology of Henry Elders no matter how much you hate it. I have to follow you into the wilds of prime numbers. Ways we are friends. I still have your girlfriend’s poster rolled up inside a canister. She likes trashing me. Women never understand how I think. Don’t need them mostly, but their bodies obsess me. Except that I’m an Episcopalian WASP who was usually better looking than the women he sought. Except for Barley Davies the debutante and Exotica the stripper. When you go away to school at the age of 13, your sex life gets screwed up. When you graduate from Harvard at 19, your sex life gets totally fucked. I have adjusted. My most po
