From: ha To: C….R…. Cc: Zin…… Sent: Saturday, December 01, 2007 3:22 PM Subject:In the meantime, a new is already responsible
No, Co… - the play is over. The childish rescue attempt with your e-mail from Thursday 29th of November 2007, "Subject of Rita, “does not function. It stands in the way of the irrefutable fact. I have no more word sees through and believe to you. "What I have still considered, - do not laugh now... I simply am just a creature. Maybe overtakes him in Bälde (wrong written: in bälde) a stroke of fate. In the morning quite heavy red wine (you must have mixed up the men, nevertheless, I drink only squirted white wine. Maybe Norbert Sch….., Benno S……. or just now Geo H-J Zi? One should not forget Prof. Dr. Di Schw also...). Into the bargain the high blood pressure... In the strongbox lie 200,000 euros and at the bank, also a few Coins... nothing would be? Nevertheless, could clap. If nothing becomes, I can disappear, nevertheless... marries there or here. Well - these are only thus my considerations. “(Original soundtrack Co...). In a document, any time provably. Already translates into the English language. To be quiet completely from your heir ship look at my weapons collection. "I want to clear him also not so rough... After he has sent me the money. Has been nice, nevertheless (!!!) He behaves and is never aggressive. Still wants to marry me and is dear to me. Sometimes I think, why not really. Then save me me a lot of money, and if I have some air, I can still clear out...“ (Original soundtrack Co…). A true little soul - the dream of a dependable wife... What you have made then on the 17th of July actual. This time a big mistake of thought - has avoided Co…, YOU irreparable. WHERE FROM should Rita know then these appropriate details everybody - if not about YOU? I do not know them, nevertheless, at all. Great friend there or here - but determines no clairvoyant. This time YOU have got to the wrong, you have probably always underestimated me. Bad luck had, Cornelia. Besides, I have loved you once really endlessly. ONCE.
Michael Cl… a DPA-foreign correspondent? I do not laugh. He is an assembler with BASF. Your spread suicide attempt from March? The next Fake. Should I send you the mail of the dear "Mitch. “ By Telefax? YOU associate it during eight years with a combat pilot called Bernhard? No track - a farmer in Ple… called level or level. Water damage at the middle of October in the house in Ple…. Foundation walls made soft? No word true. If says even your mother. And then I have transferred to you for it still 12,960.00€ to Ple… I blind fool in love. YOU have been "dismissed" already in 2004 - politely spoken - to Kawasaki, and since then unemployed. Unless, one calls the man's catch "work. “ Moreover, all that still before our wedding. She found - you have probably forgotten this - in January 9 in 2007 instead of. Here, in my house in Pongola. Quite officially and legally. In addition, the marriage is still straight. Who of us both is then now the "adulterer"? YOU or I? No, Co… with my quick demise becomes with certainty nothing. The devout wishes of the explained agnostic do not come true. You have also disappeared. And has stolen from me 65,000.00 Rand from the air-conditioning. On the 17th of July 2007 or scarcely before. Simply in such a way. From because of "right of abode, and comes in two weeks again etc. “Rather straight, planned and perfidiously. There another about 5,000.00 embezzled edges or partially the equivalent comes to €. I have handed over to you on the 17th of July dedicated (keyboard, spelling programme, travel money for the return journey etc.). Power a total of about 70,000.00 Rand in cash. This in addition to "stretched out" (original soundtrack Co…in the U…..-letter) to referral amounts; see above. From because of "honour and dignity. “ There I can laugh only bitterly. I have to go on you in the Country Lodge shot (???) do have? If you believe in all seriousness, then I would still sit here in my office and could write this e-mail to you. Never. I would be natural in custody. So a nonsense. The police here in Pongola shake only the head. Almost daily I still eat in the Country Lodge, am with the breaker in the best amicable agreement. But you have this spot bad luck. You have chatted before witness a little bit too much. The Interpol search because of the cash theft - and, besides, still marriage dizziness - is already in the running. At full speed. Nowadays in the criminal area, the corresponding authorities have worldwide access. Also to B... to be quiet completely from Germany and Lie........... Moreover, South Africa still has a well functioning police apparatus.
You will hear the civil rest from my solicitors. Reclaim claims, compensation because of mental cruelty, cost substitute with legal advice etc. We works operationally and strategically dust-drily, "meanwhile" very with lasting effect. And also promising. At least, there is still the house in Ple…. - and your new car about 38,000€. You see, I am brilliantly informed. Moreover, physically how psychically in top form. The "primitive dirty swine". The eleventh bid: You should not be mistaken. The twelfth bid: You will still surprise. "Oh Eh….... is deprived you once embrace; now I would become you with pleasure in the arm. I am not at all bad on you and wish only all the best" (original soundtrack Co..., e-mail from 2. October in 2007). And already ten months before you have to me the death to the neck wished. Do you believe I am quite silly? "From me organised racing sport event in Barbados": Who runs then there now fastest? You’re richly ageing H…J… (formerly "H… spouse"), the 26-year-old horse sportswoman or possibly YOU? A noteworthy trio. Only this time not at the hotel Orient to Vienna, but just in the Caribbean. Otherwise the precisely same cord sample. Caro, Caro... (Original soundtrack Co…... e-mails in "HJ Zi" from the 26th of October 2007). Other text still pleasingly? Is given to me "en masse. “ No, Co…... on you cheerless times probably come up. The theft from the air-conditioning was really the peak point. Castle theatre white frost produces. On the 17th of July 2007 to Pongola. However, with fatal results. To exclude misunderstandings from the start: This on no account is a threat, but a simple finding of fact. I was active during 20 years in the European Spitzenadvokatur(High-professionalism-Law) - among the rest, also as a criminal law expert. You know this yourself. Then, a lot of pleasure. With or without beard. Dr. EhWeb…
«««« Ven...writes 20.10.2006 :
My dear Co……, how nicely, to haveyou seen today again! I have been really very much pleased! Of course, also about the fact that you could like it what I have suggested to you... How nicely! Now, before in your role as my mistress, you have given an order to me.. I follow of course immediately... However, as said, the history is violent... Quite violently... It is the history of the biggest degradation biggest up to now, me until present has experienced… Moreover, I am very much curious what you will say in addition...
Tender kiss H.
«««« Answer Co….. first I say :
"PRECISELY IN TIME"
well (for you) that you have reflected on where you belong there.
««««Co ....Provided in the 8/31/2006 - 19:05 (Forum)
THURSDAY, 7:15 o'clock: Jeff Buckley wakes me up, as usual, with his divine song "Grace, “from his only official studio CD. A friend of me described Jeff once as a „cabaret singer with penis ". And when shoots to me as the first thought today tomorrow by the head that a " cabaret singer with penis " is exactly this what I tonight to pick up, or purchasing, or his wants, there a ray of the morning sun meets me exactly on my left nipple which stands today tomorrow to attention, as if she wanted to remind me of something.
Today tomorrow my manicured, fingers strike me as if they were a present, or yesterday as I would have only bought them. These, my hands feel for the remote control, which lies under the pale bottom of a sieve ten-year-old. My God, these young things look spent. However, I envy them her breasts, which look as if God a full week had found time to form them.
I press the Repeat key of the remote control and in an endless loop Jeff Buckley, murmurs to me his best song in ` see ear and during the text line "... I'm afraid to die" panic overcomes me because I have not charged the Accumulators of my pocket PC yesterday evening and the data of my project "Phoenix" are not possibly retrievable.
However, the Accus of my pocket PC are charged oddly enough and thus I can also write today tomorrow again these lines in my electronic diary.
My diary. Why is this so important to me? - Probably, because I could not remember, otherwise, my life. - The last night? - Okay! (How could I forget a "through-loved" night with Nadine? - Or is the little one, my silk pillows full-spat, Sabine called?) I am incapable to remember in the day before yesterday. The day before it …if I was in a coma there? - What is with the last week? - Have I already existed there? - Why I do not remember this?
If I want to know whether I have, one day killed somebody, or was, married already or I have one day consumed to the breakfast babies.... To have certainty, I must leek up in my electronic Diary after Okay.
While I stand in the nude before the big panoramic window and write these lines in my pocket PC, I cannot simply resist and must see in the big oval mirror, which stands at the side before the panoramic window. I stare at my reflexion. Like one of "Big Nudes" of Helmut Newton I look. A gazelle on the jump. A feeling of the rest flows through me. Then I must a laugh suddenly loudly give because I look, how a naked Waitress. In a slender hand the Pocket-Pc, in the others the pencil. Ready to take up an order.
Behind me, in the mirror, I can see my little one, and I smell, tastes like her young body the smell of distressing dreams lets exude. From each of her pores and with every breath she tries to separate the demons that they seem to torment night for night. My small Nadine ... or Sabine ... or, as usual, they also are called may. Tomorrow already I have she forgotten, while she feels still always my body on theirs.
When I see again for the clock, it is shortly before eleven. Also, be called I come too late to the office. Nevertheless, that project "Phoenix" will not be already without me loosely fluttered.
14:30 o'clock: Now the daily meeting if one century already lasts. I am angry because I can do nothing during this time else as to grow old. Igor S..., or Sp... or Sp..... (a zero from the task Force department) sits beside me and stares at my legs. I do not know whether I should feel sexy now, or whether I want to stick one to him, or whether I only simply wish the death him, because it is anyhow only one absolutely useless, superfluous being which uses here only valuable oxygen. Now I also know why Igor stares on my legs. Menstrual blood runs to me in my calves and runs in my shoe. I frighten unnecessary proofs when to me occurs that I carry no hygiene bandage today. (As well as, without briefs?)
The costume which I carry is like created for Nadine`s elegant body. She looks in it as if a divine breath had laid to her the costume around the tender body. I feel in the strike towards thing, was narrowly wrapped like a bleeding pig that in adhesive tape. Ready to the butchering. Probably I also look thus. The costume is sooo briefly ... if I look down on the light curvature of my belly, I believe to see my Shame hair under the hemline to out shine. Igor Sp..... gawks and gawks as if he never saw a woman having bled. Menstrual blood works apparently unnaturally on Igor. Wolves have probably brought up him. Before the low level of this meeting can decompose my brain, I flee to the toilet.
15:30 o'clock:
The toilet is only five metres away of the conference space. No notion, why I have used a full hour on the way to the loo. What have I done on the way? - I estimate, I will be able to read it tomorrow in the newspaper. The headline becomes maybe loud: „Area manager start...amok to the way to the loo. “ I stamp in unnecessary proofs the toilet door. Irma H….., from the Customer service, lies strangely stooped and twists on the ground of the toilet anteroom. When I see disgusted her yellowed corsages under the stale dress to out shines ones, I reject the absurd idea; somebody could have the old Irma violated. I step calmly about her away, full perjury on the Cocaine with I will lock up me now in a toilet cabin.
17:15 o'clock (or thus ...)
I come from the toilet cabin. I have used up all my Cocaine. I have used up all my life, my friends, my lovers ... and everything what was holy to me once. I feel like a bargain of the Rooting table and suddenly have desire to let fuck against my will of a horde of wild monkeys.
19:00 o'clock (I estimate ...)
Finally, I have found my horde of wild monkeys. A herd Pseudo-Latinos is lying round around a parked convertible and the types argue about a small blonde-haired person who is so insignificant that she looks translucent anyhow and unreal. Four solarium-browned parcels of fitness studio muscles in Jeans and vests are lying round around the little one and rise, before nothing but masculinity. If are no real Latinos. Turks, or Yugoslav, or little men of Mars in the man-size, brown condoms that are filled with suntanned meat. No German boys. This is already what!
I push as by chance along the power bolt as if there was for me no other way to the other side of the street. I push my bottom in the washbasin one past, while I breathe my sweet breath in ` see face another. My tits touch his tits. Moreover, in Nadine`s to too narrow, too short dripping with sweat-translucent costume I am practically a free game. However, do these gentlemen’s have the queuing to violate me right away?
20:00 o'clock (I believe ...)
Party time! - With Sylvia, who becomes today her first son bear I am invited. No, not possibly in a hall of a circle. Sylvia will throw her small Bastard in the midst of her new art exhibit. In Dolby-surround- sound, before tastelessly dressed up audience. Sylvia is of the opinion; to child wars is performance art!
I yawn and wink me by this evening, drink up every glass, which I get to catch, while Nadine`s costume with my skin seems to grow together.
A very much, very old man stands fluctuating beside me. (No, I believe I am it that staggers) I observe him from the corner of my eyes. He must be at least 200 years old. (Being dinner jacket does not look much younger.) No, the man is quite dead! - But why does he not fall down? In addition, why is his thumb absolutely still between my Arse- cheeks?
I smile because I know that I will not remember tomorrow any more this. I smile, because the people me stare as if I was quite dead. And now the people ask themselves certainly, why I simply do not fall down where I am quite dead, nevertheless.
I start to answer to a white rabbit questions which were not put to me. Before I can say a tone, I fall down.
23:00 o'clock (I take in ...)
I lie in my bed. Nadine`s costume is tearing up. I will wait, until it simply flakes off to me from the body, how autumn foliage. I am not able of something other at the moment anyway. Nevertheless, the waiting is my speciality. Until this day I have waited for the fact that, finally, my life starts. Now I wait only for the fact that, finally, it ends.
Friday, 7:15 o'clock:
Jeff Buckley wakes up me, as usual, with his divine song "Grace"...
