From: goldarachel@gmail.com   
      
   come on people, we have to share, pass it all around, nobody gets to have   
   anything special or private anymore, we can't be selfish...come on, it all has   
   to be out in the open!!!! aren't you going to welcome me back, bob? want to   
   see me wag my tail    
   between my legs? share me with all your friends, that's what you wanted,   
   right? jump into the wagon, LOVE, throw your panties overboard, no more   
   secrets, no more secret spaces, not even your own home or your sacred   
   genitals!!!! this makes the Creator    
   very angry!!!! he'll even try and kill you during corona with flood after   
   flood, people traipsing repeatedly through your house during the lockdown, for   
   all kinds of projects, on your island of evil!!!! we all have to look like   
   hysterical fools, don't    
   ask me why, ask bob, that's what we deserve, apparently, cuz i'm such an   
   arrogant conceited cunt or something, with dark brown hair! ooooh, isn't that   
   special? don't worry about having better poems than mine...i've already been   
   ashamed, self-degraded,    
   embarrassed and humiliated and TERRORIZED more than i could have ever possibly   
   imagined in this day and age. and it's only just begun. let's just prepare for   
   the worst for me. we never know what forms that the glory the Creator has in   
   store for us will    
   take. see you all from skid row as an invalid with a broke leg in my   
   wheelchair. you can all watch it on google, as i save the world, grab the   
   popcorn. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha on rachel!!!! everybody bow down to bob fucking   
   dylan, g-d's favorite, the    
   messiah prophet, and know that you are all going to heaven!!!! (except for   
   stupid retarded rachel, the sacrifice, the delusional erotomaniac, who took   
   one look at bob and had a giant orgasm and flooded the stage right on the   
   spot, that's exactly how it    
   happened!) it's all a big joke, huh, bob? fuck my stupid vagina. it's not like   
   it got raped by your COCK. keep on rockin', bob, i don't even exist, don't   
   worry about a stupid, pathetic, insane, loser piece of trash like me, with my   
   retarded poem supposed    
   to be JUST FOR YOU. you fathered all my poems, didn't you??? i was nothing   
   before, but now i actually have an identity, thanks to bob dylan taking pity   
   on me!!!! whiny rachel, the "poetess!!!!" thank you SO MUCH for helping me   
   become something from a fat,   
    lecherous useless pile of garbage. even though i have practically nothing   
   left to give you now, just the stump of a tree is all that's left you of me.   
   unless you inseminate me again as you rip me open with your jungleman penis.   
   you know all about the    
   creative process. you were just mocking me!!! making fun of me while i suffer.   
   yeah, you're just hilarious, bob. a real riot!!! teach me a good lesson, huh?   
   messed with the wrong superstar. auditory hallucination! but he's so FRAGILE   
   and SENSITIVE rachel,   
    can't you tell??? EVERYBODY loves bob dylan. what a SWEETHEART!!!! i just   
   love him and the Creator sooooooo much!!!!!!! apparently they BOTH have   
   psychological problems with WOMEN!!!! so we can't share ANYTHING at all just   
   the two of us, CAN WE??? we    
   have to make babies or at least raise children, otherwise we can't even be   
   alone together, we have to share share share share share!!!!!!!! HERE, I MADE   
   ANOTHER BABY FOR YOU, BOB, to share with the world. yes, i did in fact   
   conceive, and bore us another    
   child!!!! isn't that SPECIAL??? another retarded demented jewish baby to   
   populate the world, just like me!!!! rachel's a poet now!!!! (biggest joke on   
   the internet) i love you soooooooo much!!!!!!!!!! a perfect end to the worst   
   day of our lives...i wish    
   i'd never met you, either... good riddance.   
      
      
   a snowflake in august / raiders of the lost ark   
      
   seemingly infinite tidings    
   each snowflake white   
   pure, carefully unique   
   crystal raining down   
   from the ground   
      
   and the furies turn to flurries   
   now an immense blizzard   
   hear, gifts from above   
   a fallacious fountain they call Love   
      
   yet to dissolve    
   instantaneously, and mesh   
   with her hot flesh   
   they arrive dismally    
   and dejectedly in naked piles    
   at her feet   
      
   piles, and more    
   piles of melted bodies   
   form deep puddles    
   and a trail of tears   
   in which to drown   
   nothing lost, still   
   yet nothing found   
      
   sinking through    
   holes of skin   
   saturated with water   
   and no place to begin   
   water everywhere   
   pissing in the wind   
      
   treading waist-deep    
   into a steep pool   
   another trick to bend    
   and swallow full   
   eyes on tomorrow    
      
   ‘neath a school of fish   
   cold and shivering   
   the little girl lost   
   forever thirsty    
   up-side down fool   
   bogged a clown   
   whirling round   
   magnetically bound   
      
   she can wait   
   like everyone else   
   and keep hoping    
   to catch one   
   with her tongue   
      
       
   2/12/21   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)