Re: I am all alone and may die of aloneness very soon.
Subject: Re: I am all alone and may die of aloneness very soon.
From: Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com>
Date: 11/10/10, 17:35
To: "emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com" <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com>

No, I love your e-mails, and I assemble some of the more erotic ones into a single file for my perusal. I look forward to the grinding and the mouthing, but especially the grinding. Primitive pressing upon. Screams and grunts and tongues in ears.

On Wed, Nov 10, 2010 at 5:24 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:
I can't go outside because its raining. 

Are you mad with me now? Do you need a *cop* to shout at you to counteract the lovey dovey effect of me which makes you all soulful and deep and fucking GREAT? Because I want to grind on that soulful you. 

I have known love, Barrett but I have never felt anything remotely close to this. The message from you which I quoted from reads like you wrote it in my blood on my heart. This is a very adult love. Ironic because one of the first things you said to me was that you were still a boy. You're more mature and thoughtful and raw and deep than most *men* I've known. You're everything I imagined a man could be in my dreams and didn't believe he could ever be real. 



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Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302