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-----Original Message----- From: David McCullar phantomothopera@aol.com To: katrinapeterson33 katrinapeterson33@yahoo.com Sent: Sat, May 7, 2011 12:15 am Subject: Barbara please don't ignore me lady.

Barb, Why don't you tell me who you have been with that makes you feel so much more preternatural of a celebrity because of natural selection and... of course, because your celebrity which is obviously preternatural because of natural selection was engineered by democratic arbitration. You can't rob me of my genetic composite. You're not going to smoke my pineal gland. Did you know that I am fucking smart and smarter than Robert Pattinson or whoever you have been trying to be contemporaries with the white trash hoe Angelina Jolie making porn with, and easily more charming because I am not a tween automaton? Did you know that the alkaloid of DMT is actually a neurotransmitter like LSD 25 and 5-MEODMT, psylocin A + B and all psychadelic drugs because the definition of psychadelia is a neurotransmitter that the metabolite itself thereof creates a kaleidoscopic vision of geometric proportions in the pea and pea or whatever attachment to the pineal gland there is with light cones OR rods also depending on genetics, and depending on genetics the chromosomal filtration of certain neurotransmitters within these rods or cones which also illustrate in the visual cortex apparently? Have you been fucking any celebrity studs? You shouldn't have been because they don't understand you like I do and I am the Powhatan of the Royal American Family, you said I was cute or whatever, I am losing weight and I love you more than anyone else in the whole world but we are both desensitized by rape and jihad and porn so that we don't lust for eachother as much as we do feel bipolar sexually for other individuals we can abuse or submit ourselves to? I am really uncomfortable with you submitting to other men and uncomfortable with how you abused me. I was so nice to you and you shouldn't be scared that I want to crucify your rapist because I killed Osama Bin Ladin as the scapegoat from your dad's childhood for his and mine bombing the Pentagon and WTC's, believe me... I'm sure he has mentioned it to you and laughed. I went to treatment after hiding in your shadows, stalking Ben Curtis because I didn't like him during love at first site, and demonstrating respect to the Stewards (Martha's family) while at Casis and living in Pemberton. I didn't get into Yale from treatment because my dad is not as wealthy as you are, but I would have gone to Yale if my mom hadn't died or I had stayed at St. Stephens or god forbid my dad's first boss' bratty oldest son had "let" me go to Austin High. Gray is such a faggot. I am going to use him from now on like the son of a bitch he is to sing and play guitar because that is the only motherfucking thing he is good at including being a best friend, getting married, being a family man, and being consoling to me after my mother died. Nancy Fuller is a ridiculous ugly fat bitch who withdrew from our family when my mom died and thought she was more important because my family who is richer than theirs lost our Matriarch who was only a landowner with a college education at the University of Texas and not some land shark Byron Fullerton bitch lawyer thus distancing my best friend from me for life and giving him the impression that he is in charge. I hate the Fullers. I am in love with you and they offered me sanctimony for grieving the loss of my mother when I should have been girding my loins for you like Walker and Jenna at Austin High. Gray wanted to show me all the punk people at your school who I could not be friends with because my drummer from St. Stephens thought he was a faggot too and Gray aspires to be more fascist like Branden Lee Allen wishes he was more Indian when he takes mushrooms but doesn't know that they were from India who did that. Just, stupid motherfucking confused dead people. I would kick Gray's ass too. I know this is personal and close to home, and I want you to admire your feminine side and let me sweep you off your feet without all the intrigue that we got started at so young. I promise you a happy life with me at Stanford and Johns Hopkins or MIT if you will just be patient with me and plead OUR case to your relatives. We were going to get married if we could have been the judge of that? That was so immature when we decided that because we knew we couldn't... decide, that. We sure can, but its going to take a lot of work and I just wonder if you are as eager and willing to get them ready for us as I am? Barb, I am sorry for all the rude and funny things I said to you in poor taste. I wanted to tease you for all the ignorance your camp had displayed to me throughout my adolescence. I know its tough this mutual exclusion manic depressive bipolar disorder dom and sub self aggrandizement we all want for ourselves but I feel even keeled with you finally, and just hope and pray that you will save me from my libido which is so distracting and you are far prettier than that nasty cock sucker Gianna Michaels who I wanted to fucking marry for two days because she offered herself to me for money after talking all sweet and shit, hypnotized by you though... and not because you are just famous just because you are my high school lover. I know you didn't have a boyfriend in high school and I didn't have a girlfriend either. I was meek and you were not in bloom but at 17 I was more gorgeous than you until you started straightening your hair which is no big deal, I adore you. I love your family. I just fear you will continue lying to me or ignore me like Gray and Walker when I write to you. Please be my wife Barbara. I could get married in a year to you I think, in holy matrimony if you would lend your fellow man some compassion and make me your charity so that I can support a family with you after my MD is attained in Neuroscience and if you would contact me immediately. Those guys you like are gross. Stop fooling around, let's get serious. lovingly, David Frederick McCullar

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