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 popular book right now at Amazon is titled “Saving Your Life.” Advice for women who work and get raped and killed. It’s basically free. I mean it. 

Not trying to be mysterious or opaque. I think you know something about me. Please read all of Afterpunk19.blogspot.com. Then read all of this. Yes, I’m a pervert. But I’m not gay. I just need to see inside them to discover where they live. Actually, most women have understood this about me. They let me see everything. Peeing, menstruating, pads, and allow my hand inside. Still need this. And I’m effing 70 years old.  

Does this mean I’m damned or still alive?