Tuesday, December 31, 1996

Anti Fungal Dietkaufmann

January / February March

On January 2, 1996
[Letter Cards, engraving of Gargantua with this inscription: After feasting ... Best wishes for 1996 ]

Dear Sander,
Old memories resurface correspondence.
Very Happy New Year to you.
Hope to read you. ************


Monday, January 8 this morning at 8:30, Francois Mitterrand died from his prostate cancer. It is obvious that its footprint in the history of world politics in the second half of the twentieth century will be sustainable. He belonged to that rare category true statesmen. The political career of Mitterrand is the most complex and most surprising. ************

Paris, January 18, 1996
Dear Sander,
Glad you have brought me answered and that you are free, hey hey! I wanted to call you, but you have to be unlisted, as no trace on Minitel.
What I get from all this time, comprehensive program ... After intermittently continued my law school, I enrolled this year in direct command of modern literature at the Sorbonne Nouvelle (Paris III). I am preparing a thesis on the aristocratic libertarian at Bloy Leautaud and Heim, the last being my father's heart. A topic that galvanizes me, you worry doubts.
professional side, still immersed in the publishing world, as Executive Assistant, I run publishing projects and pampers them until they leave ... Preface my doing exhumations by local, regional or national, I begin to build some interesting relationships.
Writing is essential ... I continue writing my Journal (I started my fifth big book) and prepare the publication purified the first volume that I would call The feast probably infamous . In a nutshell
news. On the heart, nothing very striking since late 1993. Too cautious, perhaps too hard ...
Especially when you come to Paris, tell me what it shows. Otherwise, I could get me this summer.
I would love to continue this epistolary relationship. [...]
Much to read you, I kiss you. ************

Paris, January 29, 1996
Sparkling Sander,
I offer you a truce in illegible handwriting: me with my arabesques, and you with your curves intertwined. So here I am renewing with script writing.
I think I have chosen the composition of your harem male. I'll have to hustle to grab onto some gallant suitor of the pedestal. The soul of chivalry, fustigeur of couch potatoes, galvanized by the imponderable, full of generosity, my big red heart in its waters swing I propose, hey hey, in my simplicity.
With a tad serious, pale pearly and your silhouette sleek slenderness you maintain your more closer than you seem to consider the princess to love and to marry, of course! This
as advice to the elected that you cherish.
For my head: I still love my father to heart (I'll send a copy of a book with photos that appeared recently in a large regional daily), we have a new castle to call our own, one of my two Sisters of heart betrayed us and is as dead to me. I always popular among our ancient land and bubbling Paris.
Atla, atla, I scribble from the magnificent national library and I have to sneak out.
To the delight of you read it again. Carefully hold. ************

Chateau Au., February 9, 1996 Dearest
Sander,
I doubt that you get my missive before going to taste the powder.
I remain hazy in my answers to your questions, unless I do unconsciously begs ... I would like above all the transparency of our reports, I'll take them back one by one. [...]
Rigor, integrity, loyalty ... I'm starting.
[It's your story that you put in page?]
Here I remain speechless. Am I too crazy to let me go to invent my own life? Except that you make reference to Journal I want since 1991. Only method found to maintain a link with writing, and testimony of a young man who lived a few oddities. I neglected the last few months keeping this diary, but thanks to you, I'm reconciled to the epistolary genre. If only for that, all my thanks.
[Suspicious?]
Certainly. Human nature is mostly a source of disappointment and heartache. My last great love story ended on my initiative in late 1993 and since then the ephemeral will ... and distrust. Beautiful girls abound, this is not the problem. The combination of a physical and a plastic bottom enchanting is much rarer. The more I look at the photo, more I am confirmed in my fondness for you. That's all. Sincerity, the risk of boorishness.
[You live alone in Paris?]
The capital is a place of passage for me and I'm obviously not married. But my love of life remains intact, and my desire to build stronger.
[He leaves a sister to you. You told me once about someone with affection, is it her?]
It is possible that greater good which I said is she who has betrayed ... Another wound to the heart and soul for an atrocity ...
[In your pretty bn, there must have manuscripts of the Middle Ages, not ? Why are you going?]
The National Library has an old collection which dates back to the scrolls. When thou shalt make a visit to Paris, I'd love to take you in this magnificent cave. I go there very often for my research editorial. The monograph series, in which I participate, requires research of old documents.
[You have so many coins in your tape to be able to go from castle to castle?]
In fact this a castle the other is a move to the castle, homestead final. I am enclosing a small booklet that we published two years ago in conjunction with Heritage Days . So you can judge from my attachment to this place ... millennium. [...] Your

revolt is sweet Sander, your coolness is a delight ...
I am your obliged very attentive. ************

Chateau Au., February 9, 1996 Dearest
Nadette,
It is with great pleasure that I learned that you were still alive .. . thank you for your delightful letter.
If it is for the happiness of the union that you disappeared for a while, nothing could be more pardonable and bravo! You had just told with a confidence touching your fears being revelation.
The page turns and wonderful way. So I burn a milestone date of the national holiday which for me is an act to say the least unusual, hey hey! As to be your witness, this will obviously be a pleasure and an honor. [...]
Very carefully, and with all my friends. ************

the train Paris-Laon, February 19, 1996 Dearest
Sander,

[...] [I do not understand your family stories, who is who?]
I have a father and a birth parent who each have rebuilt their lives on their side. I have two blood brothers (me being the eldest) and half-brother recently derived from the father side. At the age of 18-19 years old, my parents met Heim, their eldest two to three years who led a group so poetic very important. They become friends, and I spent many holidays in castles and later on I have resided 8 to 11 or 12 years. There, children of my age I consider brothers and sister to heart if you like ... There.
[Why is this "atrocity for the soul "?]
was a style effect to evoke the bad shots in the gu ... we mug ... for now figuratively.
[...] I assume you're not far from Lyon, if my intuitions watsonniennes are good. I invited the 13 and 14 July in the capital of Gaul as a witness for the bride, a longtime friend. Would you do me the honor, friendship and the pleasure to spend these two days?
[What sign are you?]
Libra ascendant lion ...
Always very materialistic, I'll be back in Paris that Saturday. I would not be deprived of your reading this. Depending on dates, you can send your letters to the castle, as shown in the header.
soon, and great pleasure to hear from you. Your attention. ************

Chateau Au. The
28/02/1996 Dear friend Sander,
Immediately go, back to Paris, I devour your lines tangled and j'm'en 'll answer your questions distressing. [...]
[What are your favorite poets?]
Before the publication of my book of poetry at 17, I had not read any poet to avoid a direct influence. As soon as the completed work I threw myself on a few authors, and some good meetings attended: Paul Verlaine, Jacques Prevert, and especially Antonin Artaud Lautreamont and Umbilicus of Limbo , a marvel of atrocities poetic, thought Pure down on paper, writing, organic ... This is my beautiful.

[Where do you go out in the capital?]
Bof, bof. Not very consistent my outings, actually. Some cinemas, several restaurants, a nightclub for writing, and that's about all. Lutece I have not yet yielded all its secrets. [...]
[Have you ever been to Greece?]
I passed a few years ago during a trip to Europe: the Adriatic coast and an island, Samos I think. Some scattered memories.
[I can not remember your voice?]
The timbre of my rope is serious and friendly. I hope you soon soothed the ear canal.
[What ails you want to build?]
Want
constant and multifaceted. Build a beauty of life is perhaps the synthesis. Finding his alter ego is a prerequisite.
[Do you read your newspaper?]
Currently it has been read in part, by two or three people very close, but I'm not going to devote myself to the cult of secrecy since the objective is that it appears. So no false shyness. However, some elements will have to wait before being printed.
[What are these "singularities"?]
I had alluded to his childhood a little unusual that I had. But I remain a little hazy here, sorry. There is still more singular than himself ...
[What exactly is an "enchanting background?]
is a personality that has some pizzazz and a capacity for renewal. This is obviously highly subjective, so easily questionable. In fact, a little confused as I've defined. In the sauce to the neck ... Enchants me, then!
[What is your definition of boorishness?]
is being obnoxious involuntarily, a Don Juan or a Casanova in clogs. In fact it is very varied. An example? With the nose as straight as you have, your glasses should carefully! Disgusting right? A big kiss for me to forgive.
[A boy like you should be asked, right?]
I do not put myself available for this, and I do not have a fan club. I'm not complaining so far, but I remain in reserve. For acquaintances, However, there are plenty ...
[Have you many friends?]
Outside affinity of this family, which includes my most reliable friends, I have very good women friends. My greatest friends are already quasi-household, and I did not destructiveness, so no danger. They are diverse, but many come from the legal world (shared surveys ...).
[Are you kind of evanescent?]
Er ... I do not think this is the most appropriate adjective ... Certainly a bit whimsical, but very realistic and contrary deleted. The evanescence is a rather feminine type. [...]
[Have you ever been to Lyon?]
Yes, I've made a few trips.
[You live in such a short m2 me?]
My foot-à-terre in Paris, in fact tantamount to pocket handkerchief, but functional. Beloved
your passage on shellfish at the tail end plate ... Thou art closer to the storm intoxicating even drooling.
[What do you like in the story (time and people)?]
Middle Ages and the feudal mode, some heads Chouans, etc.. I could develop this plan you next time.
I dwell, I dwell, but to exhaust the slew questions. [...]
[How old is the bride?]
She must have about 30 years, charming young woman ... What I would like for this trip is that you're my guest and as you come with me wherever we go as a friend ... Otherwise I shall sketch Availability Zones.
soon on leaves, and intensify our complicity to death. Tenderly. ************

The Demand For A Product Of Cologates



Friday, March 8
test for resumption of the Journal neglected for so long. The notes will be rapid, defatted all unnecessary frills. A kind of logbook for existential benchmarks remain enrolled.
the castle, the activity is not brilliant. We are once again on the brink. Our lack of ardor, our irresponsibility, our lack-ing may again cost us dearly. Heim, de-sespéré by our immaturity, is not well at all. One day on two meals a -catharsis. In late March, the sentence will fall.
I just came from mononucleosis, or disease students , chopée I do not know where in I do not know what wench ... A week of fighting and organic exhaustion none.
I started writing my memory.
I will be a little more attractive in future ratings. ************

Paris, March 9, 1996
Sander, sweet friend,
At the end of our conversation, a little bitterness for not being at your side breathed into your ears for the sweetness you needed. Your letter
spins in all directions, with me for some incomprehensible graphs. I am deprived of certain subtleties, and some of your questions (I recognized the interrogative sign) are inaccessible to me. It would almost that you keep copies for me to read ... hey!
[You write in a nightclub, it's not made for it originally, right?]
The purpose of this writing in the cul-de-dungeon to decibels was the originally put into perspective this nocturnal world of relaxation with some superficial serious events in the news.
Razor wire where you are carrying around is laid down. Thy deep distress is touching, but I do not want to go in your direction. I must be a little tough to bring you hope for some help. Howl with the wolves has never fulfilled their hungry stomach. You 're a wolf playing almost everything, but basically hopeless. The manufacturer
despair is what can bring you the transcendence of human misery.
I want to your rebirth. Your friend's attention. ************

Chateau Au., March 14, 1996
Sander very expensive (just recount the tokens!)
As soon as the hook, I put myself in ink. She would not dwell on this occasion, since the literature that I've printed can not wait:
- Three texts written in box,
- Two reviews telematics Gulf War.
Touched by your last two letters, much more involved. I will certainly deepen my feeling by next letter. But there
, atla, atla!
With all my affection. ************

Train coral Laon-Paris, 15 March 1996 Amie
Sander,
Your desire to come to Paris before the summer is a great idea. For accommodation, I try a contact. I walk in your company in the span of cathédralesque Notre Dame can only enchant me.
[I'm going to see The 12 Monkeys, I do not know if I'm going to hang.]
This film is a success! Bruce Willis to a cut breath in his perfor-mance, a scenario well arranged, although the complexity starts sometimes the effectiveness of the action.
[The "shellfish" are people with whom we can not cover everything, they are frustrating. If we are face to face, I would have the opportunity to tell you more, unless you are completely inhibited in front of you.]
Why on earth this fear? I never eat the pretty girls (or women) but to give them pleasure, hey! No reason to spend a casual correspondence, a crackling phone jamming sickly ... I do not believe it. Our complicity grows over the letters.
["I love Paris in the springtime ... . She sings really well.]
you like our capital ... I either sing like Gainsbourg. While Big Lutece form an extraordinary concentration of the human universe, but this trend of overcrowding, always a sign of our continuing gregarious nature, does not promote individual quality.
[Music is indeed something that soothes me, like the ocean.]
The music is an essential art in my life. Not a day of the year when I listen to the tsoin tsoin of all kinds (funk, soul, new jack, jazz, blues, rock, reggae, rap, etc. ...). I do not practice any instrument, to my great regret, having been, little one, disgusted by an idiot teacher in teaching music theory at the con. Since then, except awkwardly tapping the keys of a piano, or do some oral trumpet (a specialty) I play only my voice, with some glee.
[JP did not your mind, it is less vivid, more earthy ...]
Thanks for the nice compliment on my and my alertness aérienneté (oh the horrible neologism!). I invite you to dance slow as you want whenever you want my Sweet! It ranks as one can, right?
[One night with little dream. Two hotel rooms: the 519, I was mad with, and 551 to side (?) Where there was Fab. Seaview A huge swimming pool with five people in a corner, why five? A guy kills two girls on a country road. It makes no sense ... I must be tortured bulb!]
Your dream is not so crazy as that. A bit violent, but your nature remains unruffled face some body scarves, right? At the end of adolescence, one of my dreams was the basis for writing the longest and most violent poem I had to send you, and his eon The pure binding. Again, even in the atrocious, we agree. The constant turmoil
your mind reaches a heightened sensitivity. Reserve your inner wealth to people who apply. You have the ability to play in your appearance ... is your power.
[I'm on this planet because of an accident or mishap ...]
Bitch of birth, relationship to parents terrible, lost between a shadow of a father and stepmother unforgivable. You're not spoiled. The influence of this gloomy picture on your relationship to men, a failed first love, and perhaps even a pig's deflowering. The advantage is to have created a distrust saving ...
Let the blackness of life, filthy and poor of all kinds, and rebound like a Venusian Eve ... a good program for you, if Adam is up.
[I wish I had a big brother.]
If I can be your lover, I would be honored to incarnate in big brother for you, to whom you ask to be his first witness to your marriage. And there, at least, it will be brother and sister for life!
[I have often dreamed of being a writer, anything but a doctor. (...) My cat sleeps on my dress, it does not bother him.]
Your cat's approximation and the writer suggests to me, of course, the figure of Leautaud about who I work for my memory. He received up to twenty dogs and thirty cats at the same time ...
Living with a writer, one of your deepest desires? I do not raise it ... hey hey!
[Why this fear of blood?]
Maybe I played a little too cozy with you mind: the sight of blood, guts and pus I'm not always fail, but it is true I could not live my days in the atmosphere hospital. [...]
[Your father did a lot of debt to buy that big house?]
The castle was acquired through a sci I am a partner ... this is not a purchase her own name. A cash component and the other through a loan ...
[Do not you feel isolated?]
point of isolation in this manor as I come back every week to Paris. This balance between feudalism and my little pied-à-terre in Paris for me. 230 inhabitants in Au, a little longer in Paris ...
[You have servants like any self-respecting lord?]
A gardener-handyman, a woman and two maintenance workers.
[Lyon Your friend is what neighborhood? It will be as clean reception?]
The bride price is Liberty and I assume that the reception will have all the charm needed: not too stiff or too sloppy.
[You know how you'll be dressed, without the shadow of the groom?]
My "cladding" for the big day is not yet fully developed, but my inclination seducer will not make me miss the boat. From there to overthrow the groom ... hey!
A mystery: why your clip or clap-clap-clip, depending on the direction, we can accommodate them both: small size of the equipment or fear of the girl?
[Summer, do you share between Laon and Pézénas?]
This summer, nothing is defined. My return trips will be rather between Paris and Au, with a trip to the south.
I am enclosing, as promised, the introduction of unfinished my memory. I'm not a braggart of the pen. A
you read carefully hold. ************

Monday, March 18
Midnight exceeded in a few hours another week to fight on all fronts. Resuming
contact last week with Madeleine Chapsal. All is well. I should participate in Limoges Book Fair in late April. Maybe I will end up Sandre R., delicious and bubbly girl with whom I provided a match.

************
Paris, March 24, 1996
Sander terrible
"My little Loïc" you say? So I adapt my support to your emotional perception [ choice of sheets in A5 ]. Again the pen drawn to meet 95% of your questions, carefully noted. The remaining 5% consist of unreadable or "false" questions.
[If I see a ring better than that of the Place Vendome, I tell you, I promise. A lord who can not afford this madness is a miser or a rich full debt?]
The lord of Crauze yet his wealth, I willingly confess. If necessary, I would break the stones to give it to you this ring. That's what declaring a gallant knight.
[You know some medical students in Paris?]
No, I have not had time to exit schools with my long raincoat. On the other hand, I am an ignoramus in the medical field. That could provide a legal scholar like myself a poet of domestic property? And then me, will you retort with the timeliness that I know you? A pearl lost in this barbaric world I think.
[What is your definition of romance?]
Romanticism in the nineteenth is an affectation-nian nian wan to Virgin, is a way of being full of attentions, intentions and seductive charms diffuse. Everything depends on the negative trend or positive one puts into his analysis.
[What did you like car?]
Another disappointment for you over burdened the Pike. I have no license nor, a fortiori, to puff or zoom-zoom, depending on the model!
[Do you have a favorite color?]
It depends on the surface: bright red waters of the heart beating, bright yellow for the sun burning for my black rags.

[Which box did you write?]
As mentioned in the chronicle of the box with holes Hookers and Dicks Soft is one of the most comfortable Lutetia: the Aquarium. A great chance to go paddling in rhythm.
[Have you ever had any marriage proposals?]
A request to go before the Mayor gentlemen and Our Almighty? Only once, in the context of a life with Kate. For the rest, I have not been long enough.
[What do you think of my stationery?]
Your paper scribbling suits me perfectly to the touch. Avoid all the same blue on blue ...
[I dreamed that you sold bottles of champagne to black, it means something, except that I stamped?]
I do not have the qualities of our late uncle Freud to draw some bright interpretations. I appear to you as a young aristocrat in disqualification, and alcohol reduces the second-scams ? Hey hey, what a picture!
[Your father does not practice any more psychology?]
More professionally for a long time. But if you want, I can get you an exceptional appointment.
[Why do they differ arteries throughout the body except the brain? The hand of God?]
is you who must teach me everything about the divergence of the ducts. I could write you I like that nonsense now.
[You're becoming my confidant, that's my vision.]
be your confidant, whispers understood me, I repeat, very nice. Comprehensive program to know that all your lands psychological ...
[What do you eat? Drink?]
I'm a glutton. Apart from the shells and cucumbers, I like almost everything. For cooking simple and fast, I'm very raw meat, raw fish and salad. To drink, sodas and water if I am alone; red wine and Bison flute (one third of vodka with bison grass, two-thirds of Coca-Cola and a max. Ice) in convivial meal.
[Why this habit of obscenity? It's your wall?]
I'm not following it, it's people and situations I describe. Grime is the lot of our civilization: I will not transcribe slowly and gently.
However, I have a love of words. Heim and paraphrase: "I love to ride my contemporaries in the poo. The foul language does not scare me, I fed them a passion for Stendhal. It is very sticky, stinking good, well excremental excellently that define the small staff that I lampooned. "
[Write you love letters?]
few under my belt. Instead of poetry or prose part of a larger whole.
[Your affection for women seems to be relative; are we so awful?]
I am in no way bitter about women in particular, but rather on being in general. A woman in the full sense of the word, is a delight for me unconditionally. But how long will she? The best of each is often very limited duration.
[Do not remember his dreams Did it make sense?]
This seems mainly a psychological condition satisfactory. Not to have turmoil.
[Girls of the night they read your texts?]
Write a text box creates, in effect, curiosity, especially of beautiful young girls. It sometimes happened to me reading passages, claiming that I was writing a thesis on relaxation in human environments of the night. Most often, the damsels looked at me with round eyes ...
[The law applies at all or nothing does in you?]
All or nothing to do with law as people may be a result of my passionate nature. In fact, I am much more accommodating than you think.
[What may look like your female role model?]
No absolute model, but some basic qualities to meet: femininity, beauty, intelligence, sensitivity, fizz, curiosity and sensuality.
[Passes you a lot of time in your castle?]
The Master of Arts seminars are indeed few. Especially for me since a month on three seminars, one was completed at the end of the first half, the second is interrupted since December 95 due to cardiac Professor (April 1, restore! But if!) and the third takes place on Tuesday fortnight. That's my program. The key is in the personal work.
[Karl also has living parents and adoption sentimental?]
Yes. Her mother was long companion and collaborator Heim. His sire has more to do, in fact never really did.
[What do you think about abortion?]
undeniable progress that must be used with caution and a great sense of morality.
[The writing seems a real reason to be home. In life it is your goal?]
Living my writing would obviously be the most wonderful situations but I do not believe in: my style and content may not excite many people. And how in the food writing is not up my alley ...
[Many women they leave you the impression of a lost dream?]
True that some young girls, that I could woo, joined what I called "the bottomless pit of unfulfilled". The lot of all existence in fact.
[What is a female behavior?]
behavior and psychology of a woman like that I hope are characterized by the harmonious combination of all the qualities mentioned above ...
[Who is Monique?]
A Heim affected employees for 35 years.
[You write your bio. in your journal or as your daily impressions?]
My Journal (which I do not want the day to day) has three main directions: my personal life, my professional and my mood about the world.
[Be my lover, it's a good joke Vintage crauzien, right? And so I ended up being too damned?]
Okay, so I packed up my gear and sulk. Damn, yes, perhaps feeling he germ in me towards you ... Let ripen, hey hey!
That said, our conversation was the least intense emotions. I remain fully available and attentive your accomplice. Hot kisses.

************
Between Paris and Au March 27, 1996 Dearest
Sander, Illuminating
revelation and touching sensitivity than yours. Style and substance at last in harmony, and I drive filled with this overflowing emotions. But keep! Remains on the lookout for my own faults, because I'm far from perfect model! You are entitled to a clarity in my presentation. I tend towards the best course, my relationship to be improved considerably, but my misanthropy is nestled in some unexpected mystery.
First, the non-fulfillment of my goal sentimental (only one girl for life) made me very suspicious, and it is only recently that I'm aware of the new dual adventure.
Our complicity is written much more consistent than our oral affinities. The trust is currently flourishing, but not rudeness. The burst of emotion I have not always succeeded.
Your qualities, your wealth is to be obvious and should not be much that I fall, but expect the meeting and its unpredictable influence.
balance, so far, is difficult to impose itself between the delusional obsession and detachment timid.
Your mail is in any case, a nice generous human female and your fundamental value. I look
delight your little music epistolary.
Merrily, your friend.


************ From the bottom of the sack on 3/29/1996, 0:15.
Sander without gag
comforted by our conversation this evening. Emotions are repeated at full speed. A break in the complicity renewed. Tenderly and without cynicism, without provocation. Without paranoid, without undertaking demolitions, I'll whisper the most unspeakable thoughts.
[I am a "cursed" and a potential "lost pearl" at the time the two extremes.]
Damn, you? Other than a bad joke, I will not be the author of damnation. The style is to make the worst follies.
[You made a statement, you? It was not the stuff of the clip-clap, reassures me?]
My statement is a constant underlying in my mail. You do not believe me such poor nature to limit myself to a session "it will - it's coming" (reference to A Clockwork Orange Sander my sweet, even I stay in the obscenity cultural, hey!).
I will continue my response to questioning in a later missive.
Very big kisses, carnally. ************

Chateau Au., March 30, 1996. Alert
Sander, who questions the faster ...
Delighted to be at my office to respond naturally and efficiently to all your questions.
[You can have friends in various professional fields of hers, right?]
I understand of course the friendship with people from different worlds. My curiosity is too exaggerated for me to deprive myself of the pleasure to enter their domain. Derisive humor, perhaps, my descent into flame the medical community.
[I'm very surprised, but not disappointed to know that you do not possess your license. You okay you resolve to go, right?]
I see the need to move this p. .. permit. My code, the first successful coup, is now outdated. I get back soon, by necessity and not attractive to bangers.
[Confidants, we are, even if I'm older than you: at risk of being accused of being obsessed skewed? But the "whispers": we did it? Pure fantasy on your part or amnesia for me?]
think I gladly forget your whispers in our conversation late. But if he will! you can be gentle and quiet sometimes! (Hey!).
[If the best of each term is limited, I am scheduled until when?]
Your programming will, I hope forever, but what a witch (come on, the dictionary!) Can tell us contingencies of life?
[What are you implying by femininity, it is vague and unclear?]
Femininity is so difficult intellectually to set it is easy for me to feel in the first seconds of the encounter of a young girl, young woman, etc.. It is the combination of many criteria (behavior, intelligence, sensitivity, gestures, speech, body, etc..) tending towards harmony and beauty of being unique to women.
[Does not it cold in your region?]
it is easier quail gonads and loaves, I agree. But the cold never really bothered when a warm fire crackles.
[What dishes do you like perfume?]
I had two major flavors: formerly of Eau Sauvage Ch Dior, Eau de Rochas currently Men (one time as Mr. de Givenchy, I think ...).
[Do not you think that my writing improves?]
Your writing varies according to media which you have, but overall you're entitled to a good ... At least I'm not being familiar.
[Do you have whores in your castle?]
affinity Among my family, no whore you imagine. Among employees, I am not located in their lairs to know.
[What is your apartment like?]
For now, no definitive place in the castle during construction.
[What do you think of the combination of work and family for a woman?]
hard to respond with a generality. Above all, case by case, see her happiness. How many women supposedly "free and independent" does not resemble that of old monkeys distraught. Case by case "I said.
[Have you ever had the desire to have children?]
Ideally, nimbus easy to philosophize, yes of course for children. In fact, I do not feel quite ready, and I have not found the mother of these future toddlers.
[What do you think of infidelity in a relationship?]
This question deals with two levels (for men): moral and physical. The first is an intolerable betrayal, the second can only be considered by the basic agreement and the initial of his wife. Otherwise, This is the same verdict. Personally, if my wife fills me in all directions, I prefer mutual fidelity on all fronts.
[Why do you think that all men are vile aspects?]
point of misanthropy particular the male, but it is true that guys, once they are more than two, often become irrelevant, substantive con ... But, again, not too many generalities. For taste I prefer female company.
[Do you have perverse fantasies?]
A priori, for now, I have no sexual abuses that may include, for example, to make you get naked under your coat and you get raped by the most repulsive of your sick, or you defecate on it ... No, my point for me delicate Sander ...
[Are there any actresses that make you dream?]
Some actresses I was particularly galvanized. List: Ornella Muti foremost, then the disorder Beatrice Dalle, Mathilda May, Bo Derek, Faye Dunaway, etc.. Carla Bruni in the models, Sander R. corresponding with my ...
[Have you ever dreamed about me?]
I do not remember. It would be too hot for the decency to let my unconscious arise early morning. Although
before your analysis on our little dispute call. Mature, always mature ... hey hey!
Thank you for what you are, tenderly.
Thanks also for the poetry of this daughter of a rich tailpiece Lyon [Louise Labe] (which is why you did know better than me, hey hey). Impressions in an upcoming post ... sweet kisses. ************


3:10 Sunday, March 31. Advancing an hour to get closer to summer.
Point enthusiasm to fill these pages.
Synthesis of time.

Side heart: continue my correspondence with R. Zander and Rachelle Sander dispute with Mr. Petit, quickly dissipated. One near Lyon, in Nice the other They are both friends, accomplices adorable ... And if one became a bit more than that. I've experienced anything sentimentally important since the end of my story with Kate (October 1993).

switchover Book Fair in Paris last Tuesday (second visit) with very attractive Karine girlfriend seminar letters.
pro side. : Stagnant literary records. Difficulty finding grants to fund them. Blame the judges of political thugs. Each elected trembles now pay for cultural projects. Last politician to have made voting a small purchase of books, Alain Carignon himself! And manic toga did rot in jail.
I send letters to journals in history to win a few collaborations. Come what may.
Continued formatting my memory. Ay-is finished! ************

Shelly Martinez And Jewel Denyle



Paris, April 2, 1996.
Dearest Sander,
My turn to forward you an inspiring card [Rembrandt, The Good Samaritan ], a new sign from heaven.

week looks like a big mop to visit every nook and cranny of the Aisne. Pending
be more verbose, tenderly. ************

Chateau Au, April 3, 1996.
Holy Sander,
I'll party here, but delayed intensity. Very touched by your little card-shaped case of poetry. I'll improvise below some free verse taking their strain in the letters of your first name:

Saul in the fragrance of your hair,
Fanned by the elegance of your instep,
Awash in emotions to the rhythm of pure
statements, I touch the parchment without excess.
Laugh, by your pen or your strings, I swear
Here the jubilation felt by the sound of joyful painting
Born emotions of your bubbly nature
In rare tribute by the accents of your human stature.


is my sweet, very quickly. ************

On 5 April 1996.
Touching Sander,
soon arrived at our Big Lutece, a soft waiting for me. Your post deserves a long answer and reciprocity laid bare its sensitivity.
I hope the Easter went well.
Tenderly. ************

Aut., April 10, 1996.
Sweet friend Sander,
What a pleasure to read and reread your many letters and cards. All this is very valuable. So much so that we should not rush this splendid epistolary friendship with a sudden change of nature. Count on each other, on its presence and intense affection, at his complicity and crackling is a goal we attain uncommon.
[Do you dream of me gag?]
Great God no! Or with a silk cloth. Our soft report amply fills me.
[Life without a car would be impossible for me. Why this delay? You like what model?]
never been attracted to these machines (although I acknowledge their practicality ) and I love to drive, but I'll get to soon. In the dream cars, the Jaguars have my preference.
[Why do you feel not ready to offspring?]
I do not feel mature enough emotionally, physically and sufficiently secured to take a newborn. But it depends also on the magnificent cave to receive my seed ... hey hey! I no longer sow the wind!
[What you could read well your brother?]
small passage where you said nice things ... but nothing compromising on you ... Ah! we must relieve his ego from time to time.
[You know the Cranberries?]
I love the Cranberries ... I'm about to buy a CD of their own. The woman makes stalls fabulous voice. We've talked about, so I do not ramble ...
All your pictures are carefully kept in an album perso. Your little picture is in my portfolio. You are here ...
For legal issues, I give you a first impression: the obligation of support between parents and children. Obligation to issue receipt for rent ... Shipments me a copy of your lease. I answer more fully in a future. And tenderly kisses. ************

Au, 11 April 1996. Touching
Sander, Received your mail
small size but dense content.
As promised, I sent you copy of our correspondence of 92. You can check how many I have not played a great role to end.
Due to time constraints, I prefer to forward you this letter now and address the various outstanding issues next time.
Loving friendships. ************

Chateau Au., The 12/04/1996. My
Sander,
I come, finally!, Browse to libertines (for the sixteenth century at least) of this delicious and shameless Louise Perrin, Labe said.
Damage size: like Montaigne, he should modernize the language. We matter how old form: only have music and poetry of Louise Labe reflections of Montaigne. Leave as is, it's snobbery, I think. Finally, I castigated cons publishers, not against you my sweet. And thank you again.
Feel free to send me the pictures of you dressed in overalls or with nothing. It will always be a pleasure for my peepers.
I do not know the fabrics in Kenzo . If you have any revelations to make, do not hold back a bit. And I keep you as the only rider in July.
curious at first glance, your fear of me, but I think you reach the bottom. Our exchange is such that it should not be bullied by the evil assumed an interview. At the same time, if your feelings do not only my achievement, is not your mind that creates the attachment? The idea of a fraternal complicity raises you touch me, beloved little sister! And do not bother you to come in Limoges: I do not worth it ... hey hey.
[Are you very chocolate? You had gifts for Easter?]
Chocolate is an eternal greed: I prefer milk. With nougat inside: a delight ... I sting your hand willingly. Easter had nothing except your adorable egg inedible ...
[Do you love your parents?]
certainly Affection for my birth parents, but lucid and conscious of what they did to the family: a disaster. They never had to meet ... but I would not have been there to congratulate me, hey!
It is 0:19 on 12 April ... My eyelids are closing themselves.
I embrace and quickly. ************ The

12/04/1996.
Sander,
Little additional serious legal terms:
- Problem child support obligation of parents (attached photocopy Civil Code) ® + law jurisprudence.
- Obligation to issue receipt for rent by owner (attached copy of Article 21 of the Act of July 6, 1989).
I advise the latter problem to send a registered mail with return receipt to the owner by claiming for the future that you will automatically be provided a receipt of the monthly rent paid. Refer to the law.
I am at your disposal, my sweet, for you write the letter. Feel
never ask me for information or to submit to me any problem.
Your tender must. ************

[Email The navel of Limbo Antonin Artaud] A
me show you this great out of step, holding a writing organic couch thoughts pure. I only knew that after writing my poetry. A meeting as with literary and Leautaud Bloy. Enjoy
tormented. ************

Saturday, April 13
Passages still rare. I force myself to fill these pages. Originally, I started this Journal not to lose the link with writing. It is indeed the only literary genre (except the epistolary) that do not load the difficulties of creativity. The narrative of his life and the transcript of his thoughts are enough. The unit is its own life.
Currently, I mobilize my pen in my memory for letters and extensive correspondence with a delightful and bubbly young girl, Sandra R.
I must go and see next weekend.
I had a brief relationship with her letter-writing in 1992, but interrupted by my done a few months. Sent my wishes for 1996 helped revive her. I will not miss the boat again.
Family events: Line, former wife of Heim, telephoned Hermione aggressively towards the castle, persecuting, wanting to "save" his daughter. Pitiful! After
telephone survey, Heim learns from Mrs. C (former stepmother) that Alice and her husband go for eight months at home. Heim announced that danger. Explanation of all the problems we have: recently, an anonymous letter sent to the Land Bank which financed the purchase of the building located in Avenue Roger Salengro Chaulnes. ************

Castle In the 04/15/1996.
My beloved accomplice
I just finished my lunch in the castle park in this beautiful spring day. Birds hum everywhere around me, some more distant cawing remind me that he will kill as few crows so they leave us in peace, the sun warms my arms and head.
Rapture of our dialog last night. Sander fundamental bias for you, and great happiness to come see you at the end of this week. The good you do for me what you're going to maybe do this faint suspicion that often gnaws my other.
I echo your last mail to fulfill my vow of transparency.
Your card lovers entwined Klimt is she a call? It reminds me of phagocytosis more or less digested than two humanoids in rut. You will appreciate my sense of modern art, without wishing to offend you.
[You're very cute when you forget your pretty words in prose.]
Would you tell me where I got junk, hey hey ... I'd forgotten some words in one of my matches?
[I'll buy you a box with letters, you'll need it?]
I do not mind a nice box painted by you, my general favorite.
[You will find the poems in this letter that I told you about. This is my faith very romantic this. Offset from the everyday barbarism.]
Thank you for these beautiful verses I'll hasten to swallow when Chronos leave me leisure. I have the castle an array of poets at my disposal, and therefore yours. Emits your desires and I would strive to achieve them.
[I had lots of chocolate eggs, I'll become a big dondon if I eat them all. Will not you help me?]
I am at your disposal to eat all your candy, including your delicious carton ... (Oh, the pig god twenty!). (Big laugh after a fatty bâfrée fries ...)
[Do you like football?]
crénom A brothel cockatoo swelling of athletes at the wormy nuts! I loathe football ...
[How dogs are called the castle?]
Belle the dog, dog-Patouf Theo and the two males. Loïc me it's a male too.
[Do you know Edvard Grieg, Sibelius? I forgot Debussy.]
I'm no classical music, but I only ask to learn ... I have a friend in Paris who is a violinist ...
[Do you know Saint-Honore and Saint Margaret?]
They presented me not ...
you soon my Sander.
************ From
train Paris-Laon, 04/23/1996.
Immanent Sander,
While seated in the seat of the steel monster, Sting rhythm in my cavities with three bones, I activate the ball, failing pen.
weekend of revelations for me that does not mystical tendency. Ta meeting gave me a valuable asset. Your basic qualities of intelligence, sensitivity, femininity, sparkling, sensual ready to unfold, rigor redolent of natural integrity, confirmed me in my predictions. Despair constructor that animates you, typically aristocratic attitude, intensifies this emerging symbiosis between us. I simply feel that you can make me happy, therefore, essential utility of our meeting, contrary to what you seem to fear. A
me overcome my procrastination and moderate the effects of a futile quest for women's entelechy. This inner conflict has gone, I hope, address the great opportunities that you could give me. My carnal needs of you will be a critical element, and I guess in you the potential waiting to blossom.
Yours, too, telling me without makeup what you expect and hope to me. The sweetness of
intoxicating melody, melancholy disturbing moments shared, and here I am sliding into slumber, lulled by the pitch rail ...
To thee, my dear, for the better. ************

April 24, 1996.
lil Muse, Sander sweet
A little present for you in the touching tribute to all things that thou hast written. I hope that the fall of the dedication that I've written in this book does not shock you ... This is a knavery easy, but a treat for you real.
Due to time constraints, I can register all the good you do to me ... but know that my thoughts go out to you intently. I embrace you very tenderly
my sweet ...
[Dedication in a copy of Heim and large picnickers.]
"To you my Sander,
This collection of vitriolic texts, cheerful, boisterous and incisive; Heim picnickers and large runs against the world of "snail" that hates you ... Very tenderly

... If you dare ... ... Your sweet picnickers with his love. " ************


5:25 p.m. Thursday, April 25, Au. I take the train from 7:12 p.m. to Marle-sur-Serre via Paris to Laon. Tomorrow, departure for Limoges, where stands a book fair for three days. I find Madeleine Chapsal who has very kindly agreed to preface a reference book on the Limousin that we will repeat. We take this important cultural event (500 guest authors, 100,000 visitors expected) to start the subscription of this book.
costs of the sponsors, I am treated, are supported by the city of Limoges (train, hotel, catering).
My weekend was wonderfully spent with Sander. Discovery of a small piece of lovely young woman who possess the key qualities I look for in a girl.
She exudes intelligence, integrity, rigor and the fizzing. All his behaviors are sweet to me. Her sensuality and fulfillment to come point to a fundamental balance in terms of flesh.
Since my return to the North, its letters are really inflamed. I think I can consider a very serious relationship and very happy with my Sander embers. Finally, this happiness in love, could I meet him? ************

trains to Limoges, April 26, 1996
Sander, my beloved,
In my big black binder, folder with the five special cards and letters received since Monday, and the need to answer you.
Just before my departure, I find in my mailbox a package already familiar. Thank you my beloved Sander for this beautiful book and for his loving dedication. My luggage is already full, could not welcome him, but I hasten to discover the history of the capital of Gaul on my return.
I gave your photo taken at the Chateau de Blois to reproduce in two copies: one to cut up my wallet and one for my album. Thus, between your figure and your writings, you come with me every moment.
Sander my lovely, the alchemy of your passionate words, the freshness of your caring exclamations, momentum unambiguously each of your sentences fill me with happiness long hoped.
I will again devote myself to one of my greatest pleasures answer your many questions. Dispel your anxieties underlying is also a duty.

I would indeed that this mutual approach, where the merger would be like an ever-changing horizon, reveals our lives, our sufferings, our thoughts, our existential salience. Sander beautiful, I want you in everything you is, in your most unspeakable secrets in the sedimentation of your soul and your past in your body to tame ...
Do not think I am reduced to one of your dreams. I am every day, more rooted in your life. Persecutor, yes, for our love handles most intoxicating colors. These "seeds of love," as you write it, have nothing to shoot ephemeral. LIke the blue cedars we saw my Sander, and the years make us beautiful.
My desire for you is revealed as the body, to exult your dens, drink all your cups, you warm my body and my fluid ... Correspondence with you rascal might be a way to maintain our carnal fires ... dualistic and pleasure should also be embodied in speeches and writings. We are going to be one to another, we do not deny what is an important element of our relationship. Geography us distance, but we live by our emotions this way forever. Each
opening your envelopes provided me a good extra, and that three to four times that I read your little letter writing music. Gestures and words, your wisdom will remain that of your human integrity, your professionalism and your morality. Our revels with rimeront selflessness.
I will take this weekend's Book I lulled by your favorite poets.
[What is this' quest for female entelechy "?]
is the will to finding the muse of my life that inspire me at the highest point in his life, his soul and body. The existence of absolute flap research ... But maybe I would join you for this focus ...
[How does your "carnal need" for me will be there a "decisive factor"?]
I am a born rascal, a greedy and sensual pleasures of sex, and I always had to curb my instincts: whether the girl was less saucy than me, whether I wanted to do enough, or that the ephemeral nature of the relationship deprived of any essential respect. With you, I feel that these three points will not interfere and that higher dimension embraces our ablaze.
I begin to feel a kind of enchantment of charge. Your presence, whatever its form (you can also register tapes of your voice) is becoming essential to the balance of my days. Your body remains for me in a cloud at night, but what I tasted I'm already hooked ...
[I see you often, the wait is difficult. Why do not you reside in Lyon? (Smiles)]
The distance is certainly annoying, but I want you finish your studies. Come you moving to Lyon in Paris, beyond the daily happiness, would not help us in the tasks we have to do. I know you're joking, but I also know that we both deeply desire this life together ... I try to some sanity in all this, hehe! And the fierce preservation of your independence?
[Do you miss our hugs? Have you no limits in the sheets of your alcoves? Have you ever written love letters?]
Yes I miss your hugs, dance with your curves, the mother of your legs, velvet wet and burning of your mouth and your pussy, little squeals you reserve me ... Oh, oh, it calms down ...
point limit in our alcove, except that of our own pleasures ... We have so much to discover together ... is the work of a lifetime. I hope that reading these lines you will perceive the dissipation of my uncertainties.
I personally have little writing love letters ... I am instinctively more inclined to déconnage or literary reflection ... But I'm changing, thanks to you.
[Only your inner turmoil make you afraid of?]
I think you have grasped: it's me that I must be wary, not of you, but I know my ability to direct me in a state of growth. If there are any concerns or doubts, thou shalt the first informed. My train
happening now in Vierzon. I hope to have you reassured about my addiction and find you in my arms soon.
I will resume the interrupted Memoirs of François Mitterrand, started yesterday on my trip to Paris from Laon and very exciting. The policy is not really in my heart, but the destiny of man, his carnal love for France and stature as a statesman he has gained me reconcile with him whom I dubbed in my columns, my faith a bit emotionally, mité Fanfan.
that, I still think of you, Sander my beloved. Of burning kisses. ************

April 29, 1996
[Map Harvest Table with Karl Francois Daubigny]
Sander Braised
Back in the old walls of the National, I have with me your delicious and very pretty red card to the node. Without writing you again last Friday (not included) I began to be missing.
Small rural landscape to remind you of our wanderings in the burgeoning nature.
I think I can come on Friday, May 8
Kisses greedy. ************

Laon, April 30, 1996
[Map with Table The meridian (after Millet) Vincent Van Gogh ]
A desire hay with you my beloved Sander (not a word, heh heh)? Perhaps have 'ben. I return to the fold and I'll put a boost in the writing of my memory. Limoges
we received like princes, but I felt a little lonely without my beautiful Lyon. A touch of blue for you, the antithesis of Winds gogues of my columns.
Tenderly. ************

29 Weeks Pregnant And Stools Are Black

April May June

Castle Au, 2 May 1996.
My tender Sander,
After a luncheon May 1, which lasted ten hours, I return with chills of love to you, my sweet.
[Why this name of fish, by analogy with Sander? Or hand me a "boom" is fine as my flesh]
J'officialise the explanation I gave you the pet name Sander. Beyond simply reducing your pretty name, I was referring to the gray cat by homophony that you collected in part, the capricious Ash. But I do denies nothing in your own contribution to exegesis: the sharpness of your flesh and excellent caves are well worth the succulence of the fish acanthopterygian. This simply writes ...
[Can not you send me a copy of you pretty?]
I try, whenever possible, you find a beautiful panoramic view of my geography ... Hoping you did not feel dizzy ... my Sander Necessary that j'me do some good as I have not received a parchment perch today.
[Know someone at some point x in my opinion is a bit simplistic. I prefer an overall view, Wide version.]
For not to grow the opacity of my past, I'll lend you the slice of life recorded in my Journal held since August 1991. You have me in the rough. You'll discover the mess copy on the sentimental and professional. Whether it be not far from me, because I'm not the same as in 1993 and 1994 ...
[Our "carnal fires" have they really need to be maintained?]
This conversation should not be considered as a duty but a pleasure. We tend to be the one to the other, my greed and sensual Sexual thee therefore entirely dedicated ...
I believe you fundamentally healthy and balanced when you're confident. I am under no concern for us in terms of the communion of body and mind. "Aristocrat in life, slut in my bed" looks like Heim ...
[Why do we say to Byzantium abundance of something?]
direct allusion to its power trading after its independence (358 BC.). It's as 330 AD. AD it is incorporated into the Roman Empire and was chosen as capital by the Emperor Constantine, where Constantinople.
You see I know how to keep wise.
you soon ... all my kisses on your body, all my kisses ... ************
Friday, May 3
0:53. I just left my Sander. Our report is a delight: gentle, complicity ... It is very harsh on her and her physical appearance. Even ...
Not very inspired tonight ... Sunday, May 5

I take back my praise to Sander. I got more than fifty letters since mid-January, and my meeting with Sander confirmed my liking for her. A thin face and statuesque, a bit harsh, a body of teenager sweet, intoxicating and soul of a princess. I returned to see her next Thursday. I got on my suggestion, two tapes of his voice, which enables me to sleep with her ... I hope to learn to love properly and not give in to my usual procrastination.
Lounge Limoges has excellently conducted. Madeleine still as loving and caring, Julie S., the interpreter of his poems, as an accomplice.
Several interesting contacts: Gonzague Saint-Bris at a luncheon at the Red Ox , journalist and reporter Jacques Derogy presented by Madeleine, big smiles Eve Ruggieri and many others less known.
In Limoges-Paris train, Longo Louise woman with a tragic destiny, sits in front of me. Despite losing in 1994 her former husband and her daughter eight years at sea, she keeps admirable faith in life. We exchanged our contact details after two hours of conversation in all directions. I feel moved to tears when I told her about the intensity of the love letters that I have with Sander. Catalyze its own memories emotions. After Jacqueline Kelen, meet under the same conditions, the Paris-Limoges train me luck.
News, pack not really. Nothing deserves a vitriolic verve. ************

May 6, 1996.
The result of my wanderings my tender Sander. [Joint Journal ]
Forgot to tell you that you could write on these pages all the comments, annotations, questions and thoughts (and emotions) that pass through your fertile mind.
you soon my love Sander.

************ From the NL, the 13/05/1996. My
Sander,
Already the lack of heavy me your silhouette.
soon landed at the Gare de Lyon, I spun at the National, and I am looking for localities Rhone may require the exhumation of a book about their history.
We will resume our rhythms each after three days (four nights) of a wonderful sweetness.
Thanks to you what you are. Of warm thoughts and sweet kisses. ************

Paris, May 14, 1996.
[Postcard: photo by Auguste Renoir at his home in Cagnes-sur-Mer, 1915.]
Love Sander,
Renoir as umbilical cord of our bright sensual figures. It would have taken seize these saliencies fusional to draw a horizon as carnal.
The beauty and freshness to be loving, this is what bow to thee.
Older George Michael rocks my pen. Your
suitor. ************

May 14, 1996.
[Postcard: Photo of Louis-Ferdinand Celine Meudon, 1955.]
For you my dear Sander,
Darkly Destouches doctor and a lovely kitty poses in full.
Before resuming my train bound for coral Laon, the echoes of your message by touching my three ossicles still thrilled, I am sending you my most determined feelings of love and kisses of the most buzzed the most voracious. ************

Somewhere in a train, 14 May 1996. My
Sander,
more quiet, I can fill these little tiles that you are as dedicated as open pores to help you breathe.
Above all, the music news: Album last batch of George Michael, Older is fabulous creativity that emerges, the deep harmony of melodies, almost mystical tone of his voice, all this inspires at the highest point. If a hint of desire t'effleure, can I send a tape recording. We will have the same music to lull us.
Read your mail that had happened to me before my departure. I hope that after this short break enchanter your fears will be allayed.
As always, your curiosity all-out compelled me (heh heh) to camp the role of the informant. My pen is just press the tip to drain the black, but I'm starting.
A myriad of things we have left to do when I get back in your Lugdunum I like to sunnier, even if we burn inside: a blue sky has never overshadow the liveliness of love.
Strolling in the Musée Saint-Pierre in search of some of your memories, all good snacks nestled on the corner of the Orangery, oxygenate greenhouse emissions ... small picture of what we meet soon.
[Would you like to see me with my lenses, or that it did not matter much ... in your eyes?]
course I would prefer your eyes unhindered bare. I have not had this privilege, except in our communions assets. Their reserve port, if you do not endure for long periods, when we go out, your charm will grow. But you're so adorable with your discrete round ...
[You have not heard from Alice? How old is she today?]
I have no definite news lady Leborgne since late 1994, and I'm not complaining at all. I just know it resumed contact in recent months with his mother Line. This is not indicative of any change of attitude. She can go to hell, I'm down with the gonads. I made my burning of his memory. She had turned 31 in January 1996.
[I'd like to see what it looks like your room, you know my familiar surroundings, not me.]
I do not know if the pied-à-terre in Paris is worth a detour to find some traces of my personality. This functional large closet is not mine for decoration and furnishing, and I did let the bare minimum. Most of my business is still in boxes at the castle. Pending to be more firmly established. Helen T.
, my landlady, has no objection to what I welcomes you, even if it is present. Would you
m'expliciter points on which the boys do you not understand? And why am I me those keys? The progression of our relationship is she to your taste? Where too hasty?
[The tape of the shower fun and thee " then something else, "what is it? It made you want from me? Just a little water is enough?]
scene (hearing) of the shower because I was allowed to spend a great time off with a substitute for your presence.
[We will need a car there, to wander?]
For our trip to the island of Ré, I think it would be preferable to have a vehicle for our travel amenities. [...] That
all the questions in your last letter received in Paris. The moments we shared are intensely survivors my fibers. I foretells many pleasures to come, and the inexorable approximation. This correspondence
tempers our spatial separation and enriches our mutual discovery across inaccessible.
I'll blow my kisses fruitier travelers. Tenderly yours. ************

Chateau Au. May 17, 1996. My
Sander,
very touched by your card to the poppy. I love you my baby, and nothing negative should germinate in you. I am also here to help in difficult moments, even if my reaction dramatizes too hot.
point shadow for me, just the desire that your fight succeeds.
I go back to your earlier letters always, to my delight, peppered with questions.
[I did not mention the details of my stepmother mother again.]
I would, indeed, aware of these problems: that you reveal to me in the hollow of the ear or on a page.
[I hope, in future, become as nasty as you want.]
I do not doubt of your ability to knavery. Maybe it's me who wants too much at once ... I would try take your own pace.
[Mad asked if I meant you not too upset to see it? I do not think so.]
course I was very happy to meet your mad. I understand your deep attachment to her and the loyalty that binds you.
[Do you find chivalrous to let me go home alone this summer?]
This is indeed not very elegant to leave you for the return of the island in Lyon ... We'll talk. Perhaps it would be more practical than I resume a train from your home ...
[Will we see every month for this couple of years ? Rigid structure in your mind? How can I curb my ardor towards you, tender demon?]
The frequency of our interviews is essential for me to balance. This, unfortunately, is not simply our desires, otherwise I will always be filled (in any property, honor) at home.
I send you, as you could see thee, an assortment of pictures ... large were taken by Madeleine Chapsal when we visited the castle Reynou (see my Journal ).
[For what will you replace your caving sessions. night? (Laughter)]
The cave. my body missing, in fact, but I often think back to the movements of your delicious major ... An intoxicating dance.
[Do you think I can wear my hood black for the wedding?]
That you're gonna be nice with ... If in addition you had a little cape for women (in beige) ... it would be a delusion.
[What do you have as fruit trees in your orchard? Do you have a garden?]
Many fruit trees we have planted every tree will give a different species of apples, pears, apricots, plums, cherries, plums, etc.. The future looks fruity.
We have a vegetable garden ... with lots of things ...
[I tender received your card. A new sweetness.]
For the wedding card, this is obviously not a coincidence ... Nothing is left to chance my Sander ...
I did not understand what kind of virginity thou hast done this. Could you enlighten me?
I love you, and not to laugh! Caresses and kisses. ************


Sunday, May 19 The last weekend with my Pike (Thursday evening to Monday morning) was divinely place. A time of toilets in Lyon, but an illumination to live with it.
the days passed, more like this young woman. It is basically all what I expected for a symbiosis sentimental sweetness and sparkle, wit and sensuality ... I believe we are well underway to build our future together.
Forgot to indicate the kind of Madeleine Chapsal that invites us, Sander and me to come this summer at his home in the Isle de Re. We should run a week after the marriage of Mr. Nadette 13 and 14 July.
Heim told me the introduction and contacts to take a huge work in seven volumes, from the late nineteenth century, on the Cher of the famous Buhot Kersers. We should also launch a monthly magazine in September called unusual story, shot between 10 000 and 30 000 copies and distributed by NMPP. I will be responsible for legal matters, contacts with the presenter, institutional demand for advertising and editorial articles.
My correspondence with my love Sander does not dry up. Fabulous testimony to the intensity of our relationship despite the geographical separation.
It comes at the end of next week for the weekend of Pentecost. At Lutece both for better and for the sublime.
Nothing exciting in the media and their selection for the news. A report sclerosis monomaniac tendency of Canal +, in particular in emissions in light of midday and evening. It becomes more and more a string of service Pote system : prémâchés anathema to some, systematic appeasement towards others, intrinsic cronyism. ************

Train Laon-Paris, 20/05/1996. My
Sander I love
Do not skimp, as time goes my commitment to you is growing. My week is going to move towards this Friday 11:05 p.m. to the Gare de Lyon in Paris.
complicity that we have to share is unbounded. I hope you do not hold me rigor of the smallness of nest to sleep and its aspect is not as impeccable as your adorable apartment.
role reversed, it's me that you get and I will try, if time permits, you uncover the charms of the capital. When was your last visit to Paris, and toward what are your preferences for this weekend?
you soon my sweet. ************

May 21, 1996. My
Sander awaited
Just before my nab Tchou-Tchou I'll scribble a few words.
Moving, increasingly, your letters, I discovered with an increased appetite.
The tradition is not lost, I layer on my wanderings epistolary your inextinguishable questions.
[I was wrong last night, I took a sleeping pill to sleep, did you sleep yourself?]
After our conversation about your medical worries, I was not very serene, I must admit, but my sleep was not disturbed, because our struggle will unite us even more.
[Have you finished reading your big block?]
I have not completed Renoir, having left Paris in my nest. Helen T. My landlady, who became interested in painting, loved it. I taste it in small touches of color, this beautiful book.
[Have you made good progress your memory?]
I started writing the second part, and I hope to have completed this draft editorial in late June. I am also taken by the launch of a monthly unusual history, which I will talk to you.
[Have you found some treasures to be extracted from past Lugdunum?]
Nothing yet sought Lugdunum on your ...
[Did you read my book, remember?]
What do you refer? Am I already in neuronal liquefaction?
[You have ideas for Mother's Day?]
Not at all. To my mom the best gift she would find a job ...
[You have "massacred" buffers attached to the stamps, it has more value (smile). That's okay, it's nice to have them sent to me.]
Sorry for the stamps, I'm a bit of unbalance in the paws cut ...
[Thanks for your two cards even though I prefer, you worry doubts, that of Renoir.]
Céline is therefore not in your heart? What has he done?
[you imagine me in asking for a muse inspired brush?]
course you would not a good model for Rubens, but others appreciate the creepers feline.
[You fattened cats as much as your photo? (Laughter)]
Our cats are rushing around and do not s'empâtent ...
Sorry my sweet, at 17:30 I find my train.
Tenderly yours. ************

Au, May 22, 1996. Sander
my radiant
I resume my survey yesterday in abeyance.
[Why are you the keys? Because it's you, it's silly, but it is fair. You're not sharp, but spirited, big difference. You have touched my spirit, my soul, before stroking my curves. You do not privileged at the expense of one another. That's the key: the communion is complete, within a whole, and nothing is "cut". There is not the selfish side, without listening, and there is a natural extension between privacy and that of the city. You do me no obvious interest in a bed. It is a true sharing, exchange, and not something "fun." I admire the way you want to lead your people towards a goal, the way you write. You have the ability to disturb me that much do not. You're right. Your word has value to me, while many cohere in a yes or no. That's what impetuous romance, this spirit of love, what care you have of me, which form a whole. You do not force me into anything. Transparency and openness in our discussions, our words. The lightness of your touch. You do not hide, your feelings are real, and are not an excuse to abuse me. Do not cheat. These are all things that cause I love you greatly. I can tell you precisely why I feel that it's you that I waited so long ... You are the "concentrated" My dream since childhood. I sense a noble soul in thee my Loïc. This Grail ... You embody the spirit of chivalry.]
Your portrait of me is infinitely touching. I hope to demonstrate in the coming years it is justified. You become my essential Sander, you rest my soul and my senses quicken. To monitor
always be aware of his own mediocrity latent, watching the fading for a tad of a sudden life-saving, start: these are our duties. Love, such is my pleasure.
[The format of photos is not common, but it's good. It is at your image. I'll give them Friday, okay?]
Photos are for you my Sander. I ask Madeleine Chapsal new prints of panoramic views. I have a great picture of me (taken by Kate) where I throne, as a privateer, a white shirt in the wind, before a ship ... Euro-Disney. Stop megalomaniac!
[You do not want us to make pictures? Instead of having pictures of each other, have a picture of us. I prefer black and white portraits: the timeless. Here's me going too fast? (Smiles)]
I'd love to be on your side forever black and white ... I have a friend photographer who could take us. Otherwise, have you the idea of another person may be charged for that task?
[The next weekend I think the cave will be difficult to achieve, right? (Laughter)]
The cave home is something quite possible if you agree to abide by the law of silence ... Help explode stirs even more pleasure from the depths. Just to think, Sander I my saliva.
This summer, apart from our trip to the island of Ré, I do not know if I could take another week. This will be rather long weekends. In August we could go see my grandmother together.
that, I am sending you a myriad of sweet kisses. ************

May 23, 1996.
twirling (warning, not figuratively!) Sander adored The
will you, do not you'll have before you left? Only the Good and the ptt know. I'll stick to the timelessness of my feelings for you.
This morning I received your letter dated May 20 which nest "whispered ecstasies." You become a divine poet in your mail my Sander ... Always
also abundant questions I am always ready to respond. Forward, pen!
[Have you tasted the little hearts, thinking of me?]
I ate, yes I admit, a few small hearts to yours, thinking that beats with such elegance ... I'm doing here Cabrel 'Scuse!
[Next Friday, I think putting a black suit with my stilettos. I will leave it up to a vice PJ Besides, do you love it?]
Your arrival m'al'air held my faith very appetizing ... I promise to wait for our arrival at the nest before they taste it. The
PJ as you say ... bof, not really in my obsessions. You wear very well sticking with your body girl ...
[What (s) type (s) sport (s) do you watch on TV?]
Not really addicted to the sport on TV ... When this happens it will be more tennis, Formula 1, boxing and sometimes as you read my diary (test of attention!).
[What was the result of your visit to the optometrist?]
Result for me: stable situation, slight changes to the lens and left in disrepair for the right ... Therefore stable, but global change necessary.
[What do you say about our arrangements for meeting?]
For my family, I am telling the truth the first time in 1992, then resumed contact in 1996. For acquaintances I do not speak ...
[You know you're even cuter when you tousled hair?]
I did not know that my charm intensified with the bazaar of my hair ... But yes, I Sander, I décoiffer savagely for you ... in private, hey hey!
[Have you thought about the changes "aquariales? I am constantly touched by the desire to you. Gagging there still secrets for you, dear angel?]
For our small variations in the alcove, we improvise ... Will combine our talents to the hair ... As for the gagging, er ... we'll see if you do not know hold you (hey!).
[This ice cream is delicious pear ... Loïc and glossy like?]
Glossy, Loïc the irresistible tendency to become cream fondue ... especially hot for you.
[For the wedding, would you like my hair free, or as attached to the gala? Genre sophisticated chignon?]
I prefer your hair to the wind, my sweet, unless required by the holding sophistication ... I
queue at the table ... I kiss you and I love you my enchanting ... ************

May 24, 1996, 16:30. My
Sander,
In a few hours we will meet together, but when you read this chart, our sweet and good times spent together will be a memory.
To be even close to you on your return, my tenderest thoughts. ************

Tuesday, May 29
Weekend of Pentecost with my love Sander. One time the toilet, but a total symbiosis between us and a promising sensual fulfillment. At Lutece, we visited museums including d'Orsay and the Louvre. The launch of
Buhot Kersers of the Cher is preparing ... We must put the turbos.
storms the castle, I finish writing the second part of my memory ... I am confident in my defense ... Received a card today
adorable Sander and a letter from my former French teacher (fourth and third), Jean R., now retired in a small town in the Haute-Marne (Doulaincourt) obviously I hit resume contact with him. In the show
state of emergency Cavada, devoted to football and money, a player's portrait Cantona and a synthesis of his career. Endearing and full of relief. A tribute that has nothing to fuck the world Baball. ************

Au, May 29, 1996.
Dear Sir,
very touched by your response, and delighted that you have retired to the beautiful regions of Haute-Marne and the Franche-Comte. This Haute-Marne has my full attention to the third quarter of 1995 as part of my editorial activities. Indeed, we have unearthed the magnificent work of Emile Jolibois (copies of the cover, and the fourth passage dealing with your municipality) preface for the occasion by the President for the Archaeological Society of Langres. This magnificent dictionary of Commons nearly 550 pages dating from the mid nineteenth century, and it was high time we give it a new life.
Yes, I admit, you're the only teacher with whom I wanted to reconnect. The memory of your teaching, the covenant you made between a curiosity in all directions and just severity, and especially the encouragement you gave me for writing forged this you need to pay homage.
I am also attaching to this letter of introduction and detailed plan of my memory of modern literature that I will make in September. Have you kept the texts that I had given you a few years ago (in 1988 I believe)?
The seriousness of this academic work does not take me away my taste for most pamphleteers texts that I send you the next time.
Hope to read you and see you again. Very friendly. ************

May 29, 1996. Sander
My love,
Received your card emotions that touched me deeply. I am also a bit sluggish this distance, but happy with our attachment.
I do not think you hid your tears when we were little stratus ... I'm sorry ... but includes what I feel, even though I have all performed very poorly.
Time is blue and radiant ... it's infuriating to have missed that.
I do not take yourself too long my sweet ... Lot of courage for you ... and lots of kisses and hugs ... and everything after ...
you soon. ************

Au, May 31, 1996. My
Sander desired
Again rocked by your little epistolary music, I'm delighted. Soon, when you finish your exams, I'll teach you to hell (delicious) sensual and naughty we can create through writing. This will bring our flesh and our souls. With the added thrill of your sweet carnal passion in all its folly. I already saliva, and our secret garden enriched our exaltation. To be serious my
Sander: anchoring a desire and a need to build with you a form of happiness ...
To you my love away.
ardently wish. ************

Where Can I Buy Fabric To Make Fluffies



June 3, 1996. Nestled
heady their curvature, I tasted their farm rebounded which nature has endowed. Fleshy, yes, we can register free of excess and fantasy delusion. Although they do not welcome me to the depths of their mouth, but I shall succeed by the combination of softness and determination.
pearly hue, texture silk hot, they have the discretion of virgin lands and the complicity of thirsty teenagers. I
has exacerbated my sense until the successful destruction: I will focus in their quiver, I feel burning in my knuckles, their enchanting j'ois sloshing, I inhale the fragrance of the line in turmoil and I rebuke of flavors of fresh wind rose ...
Yes, Sander, I confess, I love them!

************
Laon, Year 96, a sunny June 5. Sander
mine
As an echo of your sighs in the skull, "I heard the fire holes" said one of my poetic excesses, with moreover a verbal impropriety.
We have almost eliminated the geographical constraints to satisfy our mutual inclinations. Essential to me, Sander, and you continue to entrust you to advise me, to create what intoxicates, to advance these exceptional moments of distress.
This quest for a symbiosis of the radiating body and soul is in the process, perhaps implemented. These chills
immerse you reminded me yesterday, at night, come back to me in hordes of emotions.
bet that we will grit soon ...
Good luck for your review and hope for success. Tender desires a fiery. ************

Chateau Au., June 5, 1996. My tender
Sander,
Since my sleep, your letters to my side, I'll try to catch up. Sitting responses so ...
[I thought of you going to the pharmacy. There is a kind of urgo which does not snore: I do not think. You said to Karl I was the only one to have remarked to you?]
I would be noisy tarin ... you confirm the remarks of Karl I do not believe it. My previous whores were either deaf or hypocritical ... It's still terrible night concert in both nostrils and thirty-two teeth that we will do.
[This desire for you is growing, unknown lands. When will we take a bath together again? What feelings does it feels to make love in water ?]
I rebaignerai happy again with you and your foam haemorrhagic ... And to unite is when you want. I suspect that part of sfouac-aquatic sfouac must amplify SFOUAC-SFOUAC! For the rest, I expect to live with you. And a sixty-nine in apnea, it tempts you?
[Have you dreamed of me? There was a table in this dream? (Laughter)]
No recollection of erotic dreams with you. No explanation you provide to justify myself. However, the proposal to conduct a meeting on carnal table remains very serious.
[Me will you coaxing cons of these trees: cross those bridges that lead to heaven? You know you have a wild side, pet? (Smiles)]
A seal against the bark of a century seems more difficult to achieve, but we will try to find a corner of nature ... blank where poaching. And my next animal you detect between two sheets could find is a blossoming field of education.
[We will return home to sleep after the evening Mépin?]
course, we will find your nest ... You see that we live our own wedding erotic-sensual, if not downright pornographic.
[Did you put new episodes to your journal?]
Little wrote in my journal shortly actually. The little I have, I'll devote this match ... But I speak a little about yourself anyway, and obviously. [...]
[You will think to send me pictures of your kittens?]
I strongly believe, but it's not me who has ... I try to retrieve them from a few weeks. Courage and patience.
[This mind if Fab is here in Cannes?]
If I come to Cannes, which unfortunately remains hypothetical, I'd love to know your cousin. No problem for me.
[Do you think I'd be better if I had less of a silhouette girl and that of a woman?]
On your body, you know your faults, you know what I likes in women, but you also know how much I want you ... I think there is a fundamental determination to transcend our imperfections reciprocal. I have nothing to ask about what you can not change ... By cons, if I know about a particular item you can change, I would tell you with great affection, and for thy good. This is my beloved Sander. Sensitive topic right?
[It's strange, you do not taste bitter.]
Why my sweet seed you think it strange? Is this not also a kind of alchemy by which you realize your desire and love?
[Do you realize many of your master ecstasies, no?]
I think that instinct leads an essential part of my behavior sex. [...]
[What is this form of happiness that you spoke to me in your last letter?]
This idea of a happy marriage is not based on passion, or even love. This is the fundamental desire of two people to build something, with or without children, to increase harmony made concessions, compromises and above all a moral absolute.
[Do you think it would be a good idea for me to switch back to the apartment (to make bigger)?]
hard to advise you. If questions financial economics exist, you're probably right. If this is based on the size, I do not see a pressing utility ... But this is an advisory opinion, as they say in law that binds you to anything ...
[The house of your grandmother is where exactly?]
She resides in Fontes, thirty kilometers from Pezenas (Molière's town) in the Herault. [...]
[You know I'd never tasted, let alone drink the saliva of someone? It is a custom of lovers you north? (Smiles)] The drink
saliva is a figment of my apple. I love your mouth and I like to drink. I had never done this before. And you, do you like that?
[When did you make your mononucleosis?]
In February I think ... to verify.
[Loic, do you think I should forgive my parents? Should I reconcile them?]
I'm not allowed to give advice that thee too personal.
[Have you ever eaten rose jam? Have you ever tasted the pavement roses de Reims ?]
I think I know the rose jam ... and yes for the pavement of Reims. A little sloppy
late, forgive me. My kisses are still deep and intense.

************ The June 8, 1996, from a train.
My Sander,
I left the castle throat a little tight after listening to your message on my answering machine. So here we are both on the pavement, almost destitute! You who could not imagine not seeing me for over a month, now you are resigned to an absence of sixty days, hoping that our plans in July to resist deficiencies Financial ...
No! I Sander, I do not solve your not coming on June 29. It would be a big disappointment too (maybe even a grief) for Heim, especially if he knew why. It would me much. I think you're so full in my office. I'll manage.
I hope that the new decision was not related to a desire to put in parallel by the cancellation of two trips.
Radiant Day the castle, my tan is becoming more colorful.
Prime editorial board for the journal History unusual that we will launch in September. A huge and exciting work ahead. I am specifically in charge of legal matters, advertising research from institutional, agen-cies, etc.., Iconographic research, supervision of texts to be made (according to-editor) and many course of laying one or more items. You see the weight of my office dear Sander.
Sorry this relative indifference to your location, but only some sadness disclosure.
I hope that the veil will dissipate quickly. Your beloved. ************

Paris, June 10, 1996. My
Sander to inflame,
I'll scribble these lines from the edges of the hot fountain of the Palais-Royal.
I wanted to offset this by the content of my last letter somewhat alarmist and dramatizing.
We found at least once in June I needed to stay afloat in a bad slump. Our reunion
around verbal pleasures, the roguery of dropouts (with the [o] phonetic transports you) certainly outweigh our distance telephone, but the lack of you remains strong. The exchange of our liquids, the thrill of a pang of thy loins, my ears listening to the secrets of your navel, the inexorable slide in your niche coordinated carnal ...
That's instinct. Another reason for both. Very tenderly. ************

Since a train capricious, June 11, 1996. My love of
Sander,
Whether to be a reason for the lack of you, the obsession nonetheless oppressive. My Sander with whom I would like to live, and try everything that is desired without being able to satisfy the greedy beast. More
our basic harmony is deep, our mental hooks inexplicably benefactors, more sensual flourish our communions. A reflection
crude : This is the first time I have not captured an everyday with a young woman, but, instead, I wait with quiet fullness considered.
What didst thou not yet told you about my Sander, your fears and your hopes past present? Hast thou with me these affinities on how to design a life together that you seem to have started in our carnal intimacies?
Pending insatiable open your letters and your thighs, your leaves and your mouth ... Kisses my love Sander ... ************ The

12/06/96. Just for my
Sander
My sweet entranced,
I leave the second reading of your letters ignited. Genuine jubilation of the verb, the word, expression well fed. I'm still confused. You're my precious
Sander, love and hope with growing enthusiasm. With all these powerful images that you suggested me, I regret even more we distance. Sander
alabaster skin, fawn for the soul, I hope we play as a paragon of duality without restraint.
few small answers:
[You have your outfit for the final wedding Nadette?]
Cream linen trousers, black jacket and a shirt to buy to be determined. Bow tie or tie ... In short: very blurry.
[I'd like to get back to piano, dance, and resume my foreign languages (English, English). But where to find the time?]
a good idea to put you on the piano, black with a touch here, a carcinoma and there, an agreement of white on this side, palpation of the rectum of other ... My virtuoso Zander! Hey hey.
[Chapsal Madeleine is out with a minister in the past ?]
is the founder of L'Express, Jean-Jacques Servan-Schreiber that Madeleine was married. For the rest (except the writer Roger Nimier) I do not know his adventures.
Pending find you, I love you from a distance. ************

Au., June 13, 1996.
Courage for your reviews! ! !
Sander, my bride,
At the time I write a little ball of anxiety should germinate in your throat my Sander. I'm all heart with you. Do not over dramatize all the same. Tell yourself that you have much intellectual capacity to succeed brilliantly your two tests. What is the truth.
I continue my work in all directions. My Monday meeting with my thesis director went very well.
Maybe in a week, our reunion enchanting.
With my most ardent supporters ... I trust and Merdre! looks like the Turd! ************

Paris, June 15, 1996.
Love Sander,
After tortured explanations, an instinctive reconciliation by telephone waves. Nice feat, hey hey. Your
mail, read in arriving at my room lutécienne , me again once deeply touched. I t'espère. Especially not to spoil our relationship is my obsession. I know my old demons ...
Questioning is a healthy approach to roughness of our relations. Open your mind and body, I reserve valuable discoveries.
Soon we will all wade into the waters in Cannes. I shudder with pleasure.
Kisses ardent, obsessive thoughts.
good trip to Cannes Sander my love!
************
Castle Au., June 16, 1996. My
Sander A Lifetime
I just finished a wonderful day of Father's Day. Many thoughts bound me to you. Hermione gave her first bronze, very impressive. Heim me again said his happiness to meet you in 15 days. And me, what a fabulous thing to see you two weekends in a row ... I'll show you the castle park, the village, the farm and the castle Richard ... We love very very hard to overcome that nagging absence. Your e
naughty and adorable me a valuable company. I'll try to build on some of your pictures to participate in your fire literary.
Me, "sweet and powerful feline? A balance that drives my instinctive desire. Investing your body and overwhelmed by your greedy impulses.
Your hair and my hands, my palms and your locks are well combined. The perfume that exhales stirs my shyness behind. My fingers, "mischievous elves? You make real finds my poetic Sander. I'm going to be jealous of your creative abilities, hey hey.
Walking on your finer curved, on your skin texture on the contours of your vulva wet quivering, swallow your little swollen clit, feeling your ass wriggle under my jerk-liberators. Now I'm squarely in the dare! I hope you can handle it. That you inspire me do you ... Call my [...]
Sander, back to 0:04.
I came back full of intensity ... Inexpressible feelings of attachment on the razor's edge.
To be continued my sweet mail. I kiss you without end. ************

Au, 18 June 1996. Dear Sander
mine
Do you like that more as Sander name?
There you are released from your trials, and we are on the threshold of long-awaited reunion. The
"Brawn any pagan" is that you lend me a salt invigorating our report. The privacy of our own is not to sulk growing complicity.
Where can nest this "fragrant sweetness of my soul"? I brush each resurgence of demonic satyr stinking ... hey hey! I'll leave it to decrypt it for me.
The irresistible conquest of the empire of the senses, "that perhaps you will fill. When will our carnal delusions renewed daily? Our
"stunning orgies? You really feel that way? But what will look like our total fulfillment? In an unspeakable destruction?
The seasons of our love is cold, I hope, far away, like a bad horizon. Growing our faculties stunning mutual regeneration repeated each time, and the way will be good.
Why this fear of being a courtesan in agility quirk of my fingers? This reserve, however small, that you put in everything, is it your secret preservation?
Our taglines are ridiculous, really, compared to the pleasures to be taken and, to that well-being that I feel at your side. This choice of you, it is the fruit of reason more than passion, but it is, I believe, stronger ... [...] A
fuck you ... lips ... my cat sandrée . ************

On June 19, 1996. My
Sander, Cannes favorite,
This little word in the form of emotional feedback from your card at Poppy glowing.
Our time is coming. Hopefully we do not frustrate cumulus of the sun heating. What my preference
Sander: reconciliation between our two sheets, our splashing in the deep blue sea, our escapades in the green a tad dry in the backcountry or the mere breath of our mixed liquors?
I leave you to your dreams and I immersed myself in your memory. coaxingly . ************

Chateau Au., June 19, 1996. At 11:08 p.m..
Fine Sander,
How's our new interview take place? No fear in me of course, but some excitement: it is only our fourth meeting in six months of correspondence. Disturbing our infinite distance between complicity and few moments in our shared human totality. Well, I complicate everything ... sorry hey hey!
How can we double the intensity of a moment with you? I feel inspired tonight softly, do not you think?
23:30. I just got your message on my answering machine before sleep. I could not call you before, because Karl has handled the sick hard drive of my computer. At that late hour, I dare not disturb the Villa Maupassant .
Small page for my cultural Sander. A very nice quote from Leon Bloy: "The perfect stupidity of this sensualist ithyphallic is mainly manifested in the eyes of bewildered cow or dog piss. The sensualist is none other than the transponder of tallow Ball! I had the explanation of deviance in Maupassant Journal of Leautaud which relates some of his writings, slightly turned, like, "I feel silly. I thought I wash my sense cunt, and when I walk down the street people bandage! "Quote from head ... if I may say so.
Er ... why I'm talking to you about that ... I'd much in need?
A report on the A treating mothers prostitutes. The absolute horror, the waste of girls dive in sordid context. Touching stories of young women aware and terribly lucid.
I do not mind my Sander longer pure, and I send you my most attentive kisses.
I'll fly to you soon ...

************ The June 21, 1996, 6:30 am, Laon to Lutece. My
desired
A final times before my flight, these few strokes of love. How to focus in three days and three nights accumulated emotional tension? Do not you read this letter at the end of my stay and we will mix our languages, our arms and body a happy again. Your adorable
letters received this week with me. I pick a few sentences here and there singing like a pleasantly scented balm. (I noticed that your last letters gave off a scent ...)
I'll find pages of my draft grid memory. I attack the PIIIA3 °, "The feeling of a sham democracy." Is sensitive topic not?
Before this intellectual exercise, I'll blow my kisses and braised most humbly spammer caresses. ************


Tuesday, June 25 Friday to Monday trip to Cannes, invited by Sander and her mad. My delicious Sander, without reservation. I took him to the castle on Sunday. An happiness perspective. Our correspondence, always provided, offset distance. The launch of the monthly
History unusual prepares ... Much exciting work in perspective, but fighting hard to lead to win.
I finished writing the draft of my brief letters.
For Father's Day, Hermione gives Heim his first bronze.
The Journal of Leon Bloy novel (published by the Age of Man) reveals a very disappointing picture of the writer. Perhaps an explanation of "fake doll" used by Leautaud.
news side, nothing transcendent. Note nevertheless elect a Jewish hard-right to lead the destiny of Israel. Hey
hop ...

************ The June 25, 1996. My naughty
exclusive
Curious indeed moving in just over an hour of hot company my Sander and sunshine in Cannes with a damp greyness Lutece unattractive.
What you offered me sweet stay in your infinite kindness, your attention every moment and that femininity a bit harsh that intensifies our reconciliations.
If we carry this agreement, I will increasingly desire a daily life with you. We will, hopefully, we fight together for a happiness dualistic approach.
Anything that can survive even anguish that comes from my own nature, and I have no doubt they will dwindle irresistibly.
you soon to hold you again.
************
On June 26, 1996. O my
Sander,
I failed in my duty to answer questions of your two letters read on the plane that took me in your arms. So here goes ...
[You do not get seasick?]
I do not have deep enough experience to determine whether I am subject to stacking ... not in my bathroom anyway.
[Why, in fact, "Richard Castle"?]
Confirmation that the name of chateau Richard is the owner who built this building. Karl was found in a flea market postcards of early twentieth century that show the different castles and the village at the beginning of the century. Emotions guarantee with this dive time. Yesterday
Americans (the grandfather to the little girl!) Renault Espace landed in front of the castle. The old gentleman in the military Royal Air Force I believe, had rented the castle in 1952 the old Ford (which are currently deficient) and was received by Mr. B. (The previous owner of our castle) to a sumptuous dinner. He had not returned since then and settled in the state of Philadelphia.
[This is not where the staff of the publisher must move?]
Employees take place as soon as work finished in the old farm that has just bought Richard Francis.
[You really think I could live on your land?]
I think you feel thee well my Sander, but with all that family pressure, as will you still want?
[Are you afraid or you fear, I do not know the right word, I'll miss any time. It's impossible, I destroy me. You do not understand that you are the key Arch Block Sandrien?]
is pretty and very nice to be the essential element of the architecture Sandrien ... He does not let me down, so too!
[Do you like pistachios?]
much as I love cashews I've stuck to my pool Sander.

[...] I think back to our reconciliations content, not to explode, and my pretty Sander, any fine whole cream ... Sander pretty ... aristocratic air.
I love you, in your mind and body. See you soon.
************ From my bed
hadst, June 27, 1996. My
Sander fragile
Sorry for my lack of friendliness on the phone, but I feel a real physical fatigue after intense work in the park. Yet, without telling you, I felt an urge without reasonable standard to give you a myriad of things to names sulphurous. [...]
About the massage that you wanted in your letter of 19-24 June a bitch heard on the radio was adamant that this activity is permanently separated from the sensuality attached to it. [...] The
29/06/1996. Ay-Sander is my, I start to haul episodic, following your footsteps.
For once, I'm not displeased to find the big Lutece, because I'll find a lovely piece of Sander ...
Your fears, your doubts, never hesitate to tell me my dear. I am not only close to you to hug you, but also to bring you all the time the support you need. [...] Soon
Nadette marriage, then we left, music, to Ile de Re.
I kiss chastely adored my Sander ... ************