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From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid
Rachel posted:
> On Jan 30, 4:21Â pm, Rachel wrote:
>
> > > > Bob Dylan probably doesn't like me because I am too happy.
> >
> > > > > This too, shall pass.
> >
> > > > > That's what my old boyfriend whom I wanted to marry used to say,
> > > > > before he broke my heart. I cheated on him, btw. It meant nothing.
The
> > > > > stories are in the archives. But maybe I deserved it then, even
though
> > > > > he didn't know.
> >
> > > > > Bob ain't no angel, and neither am I.
> >
> > > > > There, are you happy now Treadleson?
> >
> > > > > I have been explicating Bob Dylan's lyrics and writings and drawings
> > > > > all day!
> >
> > > > > So there!
> >
> > > > > Love,
> > > > > The Hysterical Bride, whose life still sucks, because she just wants
> > > > > to be alone in a room with Mr. Bob Dylan, omg, that's so crazy, it
> > > > > can't ever happen, I can't believe it, it's too good, there is no
way.
> > > > > He hates me, anyway, like that girl said. She was very believable.
> > > > > he's probably married. He's doesn't mean a word of what he sings.
Just
> > > > > remember that, when you watch him. His work is a total joke. "Bob
> > > > > Dylan" is a farce. Robert Zimmerman, I guess that's another story. :
> > > > > ( (He's a good man, he's married, I'm his soulmate, but it's never
> > > > > going to happen, because I am not good enough to be a mother, and on
> > > > > top of that, I would never marry him if he has been doing all this,
> > > > > singing about me, and married another woman. That's totally
> > > > > insulting.) (Ok, I would, I would do anything to be with him, but I
> > > > > just don't have it in me, I'm too fat and lazy, no, seriously, I am
> > > > > too ashamed, and I am scared to death, every time I go back to the
> > > > > Dume Machine in sanity, I have been trembling.)
> >
> > > > SHIT! I kinda lied, but maybe I knew it underneath?
> >
> > > > I was only remembering trembling walking onto the property with a big
> > > > opening and the "NO TRESPASSING" sign, until Kirby showed up.
> >
> > > > But I knew I trembled, but I forgot. I mean, I know I was very very
> > > > nervous the first time in the cab, my head was down, it felt totally
> > > > wrong, but I don't think I was trembling.
> >
> > > > When I was fried on speed, sick at home, and thought, this is
> > > > ridiculous, he's there, I'm here, (9/23/95 at night in Califonia) I'm
> > > > going, and went, without my wallet, to top it off, but that's not why
> > > > I got arrested, anyway, when I was petting Hero and Screamer, two of
> > > > the german shepherds, I was scared to death (trembling). Because I
> > > > thought Kirby knew exactly why I was there, to be with Bob, and how
> > > > would it happen? (I also got all nervous inside walking past Kenny,
> > > > the guard, because I thought he would say, "STOP!" but he didn't, and
> > > > I got really nervous, and kept going, sped up, then got lost, it was
> > > > all trees and bushes, and I saw the big dipper, and it took my breath
> > > > away, and I was just standing there staring at it, then Kirby came in
> > > > (appeared?) with the flashlight, gently touched me on the shoulder,
> > > > and brought me back to the guard house, then introduced me to the
> > > > dogs.)
> >
> > > > He said, "What d'ya wanna meet 'im for?" (twice), I was just standing
> > > > there, not knowing what to do, my head down, and I thought in my head,
> > > > "SEX!" and kicked him to get away from me. (I could smell alcohol on
> > > > his breath, and thought he was looking down my shirt.) (My head was
> > > > down. I could feel his breath, and his face.) He threw me on the
> > > > ground, and that's why I was arrested, not trespassing, although
> > > > that's what the ticket said.
> >
> > > > So, I am a big fat lazy slut.
> >
> > > > I have no idea how to be respectful with Bob Dylan.
> >
> > > > I know I am just gonna say the wrong thing, and make a complete idiot
> > > > of myself, and I don't care what his songs are about, I just want his
> > > > body. Just kidding.
> >
> > > > Ok, fine.
> >
> > > > Ring ring
> >
> > > > Rachel: Hello?
> >
> > > > Bob: This is Mr. Dylan
> >
> > > > Rachel: Ah finally. What are your songs about?
> >
> > > > Bob: I don't remember. I was high.
> >
> > > > Rachel: Good. That's what I thought. Wanna fuck?
> >
> > > > Bob: Sure! Be there momentarily.
> >
> > > > Rachel: Bye
> >
> > > > Bob: Bye.
> >
> > > > No, just kidding. That was stupid.
> >
> > > > There is no way I want to know what the songs are about, because it's
> > > > impossible, it means Bob Dylan is like G-d, like some kind of secret
> > > > society in fact, or just something totally unrealistic that can never
> > > > be, it was all a coincidence, I am blowing everything, I am ruining my
> > > > chances at getting married and having children by writing on the
> > > > Internet.
> >
> > > > It's a secret Jewish conspiracy orchestrated by the Kabbalists or
> > > > something.
> >
> > > > I want no part of it.- Hide quoted text -
> >
> > > > - Show quoted text -
> >
> > > Wanna hear something mildly amusing?
> >
> > > For the first time in my life, I misused the word momentarily.
> >
> > > It's mildly amusing because in the body of the text it appears as
> > > though junkie bob dylan said it.
> >
> > > have fun masterbating, mr. dylan.
> >
> > > love,
> > > disrespectful rachel
> >
> > > i'm not even talking to him.
> >
> > > bye.- Hide quoted text -
> >
> > > - Show quoted text -
> >
> > It could be an American conspiracy.
> >
> > I have no idea what I am talking about.
> >
> > I'm ruining everything.
> >
> > Forget it.
> >
> > Yeah, sure, you are traveling the world then you are coming back to
> > see me.
> >
> > You are so full of shit, you are going to expode.
> >
> > Why do I keep doing this?
> >
> > He doesn't read it.
> >
> > Bob Dylan won't give me the time of day.
> >
> > It's ok.
> >
> > I understand.
> >
> > Just remember, those are my songs.
> >
> > It's my brain.
> >
> > Bob Dylan stole my brain, haha.- Hide quoted text -
> >
> > - Show quoted text -
>
> Dear Bob,
>
> Maybe if we had a baby, it would be Jesus. haha.
>
> Rachel
>
> Dear Mr. Dylan,
>
> Don't you just wanna be friends? I'm an Internet superstar.
>
> Oh well.
>
> I know I'm not.
>
> Google is probably hiding all of this, and even the link in
> bobdylan.com is going to be taken away, and this is some obscure
> Usenet group, and everybody is going to think I am schizophrenic.
>
> Well, guess what?
>
> I was already thinking that anyway.
>
> I seriously think I might be schizophrenic like John Nash, but I don't
> know where to draw the line.
>
> I don't know what this is all about.
>
> It's so confusing, I think I might blow my top.
>
> Also, I am not a good person.
>
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