Would you fuck Bob Dylan?

[The Hysterical Bride]

http://www.zeek.net/music_0202.htm

Yeah, I'd fuck him.

I'd fuck him up the ass with a ten foot pole.

He deserves it.

He's making me suffer.

More than anything in the world, I want him to call me, so I can tell
him to go fuck himself.

I don't care if I go to Hell.

It would be worth it, to hurt his feelings, considering how he is
torturing me right now, and I am reading a little of tarantula and the
liner notes, and it's all evil, about torture to my body, the pinching
pains in my chest, and body, etc...etc...

He's totally not worth it.

I want health and happiness.

Fuck Bob Dylan.

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 4:06 am, The Hysterical Bride <goldarac...@gmail.com>
wrote:

I don't even need the happiness.

Just the health.

[Martin]

I'd consider it if he signed my copy of Lyrics, but it would have to
be a really nice signature with a little message and everything

[Martin]

On May 12, 8:12 pm, "St. Annie" <botticellisni...@hotmail.com> wrote:

> He signed my copy of lyrics with a nice message and we didn't fuck

Really? You met him? Are you kidding? What was the message? I'm so
jealous!

[The Hysterical Bride]

You don't remember the story?

She said, "Hello sir!" :)

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 2:43 pm, The Hysterical Bride <goldarac...@gmail.com>
wrote:

Ok, I mixed it up. Sorry. This is what she wrote. The weird thing is,
it's there in the search, but then when I try and click on in to read
the whole post, it's not there.

This is the best I could do.

I apologize, St. Annie, to be misquoting you. It was just that is what
I thought I remembered. Sorry.

http://groups.google.com/groups?as_q=hello+sir&num=10&scoring=r&as_epq=&as_oq=&as_eq=&as_ugroup=rec.music.dylan&as_usubject=&as_uauthors=St.+Annie&lr=&as_drrb=q&as_qdr=&as_mind=1&as_minm=1&as_miny=1981&as_maxd=12&as_maxm=5&as_maxy=2008&safe=off

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 2:20 pm, Mark Scalise <markscal...@gmail.com> wrote:

> I've been listening for at least 25 years, and have spent countless
> hours on my dylanstubs.com website, but I've never had any interest in
> meeting him and couldn't care less about his personal life. Everything
> I need to know about him, and all the potential conversation, occurs
> through the songs and the performances.

I think I agree with you, Mark.

I mean, Bob Dylan was the ONLY person that I ever wanted to meet. (and
I didn't know it was a big deal to anybody but me.)

But I think what I mean by "meet," is "want to be with you forever."

Thinking about trying to meet the great Bob Dylan the rock star makes
me want to barf all over the place.

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 2:56 pm, The Hysterical Bride <goldarac...@gmail.com>
wrote:

I think I wanted to meet the Bob Dylan who wrote the pretty song
Blowin' in the Wind, but it was all a mistake, because that song was
possibly by Peter Paul and Mary, or at least pretty when all the other
children and I sang it at camp.

I never put it all together.

And it's still all cut up, because he wasn't at the microphone, there
was nothing to see, he said sing, and then in the middle of the stage
his eyes were a vacuum, and even at the distance from which we met,
his face looked BIG.

And then it was gone.

You know, from St. Annie's story, I feel convinced he hates me.

But then I think about what he said, people are impressed with people
who want things.

I would say this to Mr. Dylan if he were here.

Aren't you impressed that I love you and want to be with you, and am
willing to marry you, and have children with you, and don't really
want to call you sir or Mr. because I want to be on the same level as
you, because I really want you have sex with you?

Aren't you impressed that I want your body, that I really like you,
and want to flirt with you and have sex with you?

But ok, the only reason I wanted to do that was to get you to like me
and so I could be with you.

I think maybe the TV was right.

I didn't know I was doing it consciously, but I chose you because you
are the most successful man on the face of the earth, but I didn't
know that, how did I know that, I think it was destined, it was meant
to be, but that's just crazy, it's too good to be true, and I really
think you hate me.

I think you are a hypocrite and a phony.

You say people are impressed with people who want things, and if I say
I want to go live with you in your pretty blue dome, and to be pretty,
and wear pretty clothes, and have a beautiful family, and practice
and celebrate my religion, and want all of your time, to share with
me, you say I am just a golddigger who wants you for your money.

Aren't you impressed that I don't value your autograph, I never wanted
your autograph, I never wanted to meet you as a fan, I didn't even
want you to know I knew you were Bob Dylan, and I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with you? (I didn't know anything about you or your
"world" was "pretty" or "beautiful" but I didn't CARE, and I never
thought, "I want to "marry" him, I just knew it was sort of about
sex.)

I DIDN'T KNOW ANYBODY ELSE EVER THOUGHT THAT WAY.

IF I KNEW THAT, this never would have happened. :( :( :( :(

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 3:12 pm, The Hysterical Bride <goldarac...@gmail.com>

> IF I KNEW THAT, this never would have happened. :( :( :( :(- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -

But I guess none of my dreams are coming true, because I met him as a
fan, and I only met him for a few seconds, and now he hates me, he
doesn't read this, and I am never going to be with him again.

I don't value him for his money, or his dome, or his success. That's
complete bullshit.

I value him for his body.

And he hates me, I have the disease of conceit, I've turned him into a
piece of meat.

I'm dead serious, he can be an old boll weevil looking for a home, he
can come live with me and bring a suit case full of sweat pants and
sweat shirts with hoods, and t shirts, and underwear and athletic
socks and heart medication and move in with me and I would be the
happiest person in the whole world, I don't even have to have sex with
him, but I want him to sleep in the same bed as me, and cuddle with
him.

I THOUGHT NOBODY LIKED HIM.

THIS IS SO UNFAIR.

He's too cool for me.

I made a tragic mistake, which was not all my fault, because I saw him
differently in videos and certain pictures, and visions, and on TV
DIFFERENT than he actually is.

He was skinny, and nervous, and trembling, and yellow, and awkward. He
had light hair, and I couldn't see the color of his eyes.

He looked like he really needed somebody to love him.

I need another cup of coffee.

What a fucking waste of my life.

I am wasting my life on rock star.

I can't believe I am the fricken hysterical bride.

Who cares?

Who cares about meeting people?

I LOVED him.

I still do.

But it's probably not love.

He is probably totally correct in hating me.

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 3:17 pm, "St. Annie" <botticellisni...@hotmail.com> wrote:

> On May 12, 5:20 pm, Mark Scalise <markscal...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > On May 12, 4:55 pm, Martin <martingayf...@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
>

> > I've been listening for at least 25 years, and have spent countless
> > hours on my dylanstubs.com website, but I've never had any interest in
> > meeting him and couldn't care less about his personal life. Everything
> > I need to know about him, and all the potential conversation, occurs
> > through the songs and the performances.
>

> It was only through sheer happenstance and a friend's past-last-minute
> invitation that I did, and I really had nothing to say.  I was a lot
> older then; younger than that now.  He was really polite and pleasant
> and spoke to the bunch of us for about 10 minutes, mostly to other
> people.  We shy ones just listened and smiled.  Agree that everything
> I need, or even want, to know about him is what he makes public --
> it's not as if I was seeing him in private that night, anyway, and
> wouldn't really have wanted to.  It's none of my business.

I would never want to meet Bob Dylan like that.

I would want to explode with anger.

I didn't even like going to his concerts.

I didn't want him to entertain me.

You know how I am picturing it?

I can just imagine giving him a really mean dirty glare, like, "You
think you are SO COOL, don't you?"

Like, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

It would entirely piss me off.

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 4:06 am, The Hysterical Bride <goldarac...@gmail.com>
wrote:

I was also reading this, the degeneration gap, and it was hard to
swallow.

http://www.adamferenzi.com/links.html

[J Buck]

well, if he gave me 10 bucks to go buy a couple 6 packs I *might* keep
the change. Does that count?

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 5:14 pm, jbuc...@webtv.net (J Buck) wrote:
> well, if he gave me 10 bucks to go buy a couple 6 packs I *might* keep
> the change. Does that count?

No.

I think penetration of some orifice or another is required. lol.

[J Buck]

J Buck wrote: <well, if he gave me 10 bucks to go buy a couple 6 packs I

*might* keep the change. Does that count?>

The Hyserical Bride wrote: <No. I think penetration of some orifice or
another is required. lol.>

Damn. Well, I tried.

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 3:58 pm, The Hysterical Bride <goldarac...@gmail.com>

> http://www.adamferenzi.com/links.html- Hide quoted text -

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I don't mean to be disgusting here, but if you read Degeneration Gap,
what spoke to me is standing there with an itch you can't scratch, I
seriously thought he was talking to me, it was too weird, this just
happened to me the other day for the first time, I was standing there
in the shower, and because of my great size, there is a spot in my
butt that I just can't reach (I soap up the top, and the spread my
cheeks and let the water with satisfactory pressure run down and
through the crack to stay clean, sorry to gross you out) but anyway,
that's where the fricken itch was, and I seriously couldn't reach it,
it was so annoying, there was nothing I could do, haha, lol, now I'm
laughing about it, but it was just weird for it to happen, and then I
am reading about it in almost tarantula like writing (more in the form
of poetry but whatever) anyway, and also reading from tarantula
itself, and something about pinching, and my body hurt, and so the
whole thing felt very evil. :/

[Gemini Jackson]

On Mon, 12 May 2008 20:14:14 -0400, jbu...@webtv.net (J Buck) wrote:

>well, if he gave me 10 bucks to go buy a couple 6 packs I *might* keep
>the change. Does that count?

Even more so by buying such cheap beer.
~GJ~

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 8:28 pm, Gemini Jackson <geminijack...@hotmail.com> wrote:

> On Mon, 12 May 2008 20:14:14 -0400, jbuc...@webtv.net (J Buck) wrote:
> >well, if he gave me 10 bucks to go buy a couple 6 packs I *might* keep
> >the change. Does that count?
>
> Even more so by buying such cheap beer.
> ~GJ~

He probably wants to keep the change to buy himself a cheap cigar.

Not only is he out to steal Bob Dylan's change, he's out to steal
imagery from his songs, as well.

[The Hysterical Bride]

On May 12, 3:38 pm, The Hysterical Bride <goldarac...@gmail.com>
wrote:

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> - Show quoted text -

Which is exactly how I felt at the concert at the Hollwood Bowl, 1993,
I was pacing back and forth on the lower watchtower, I was so mad, I
WAS SO MAD, I COULDN'T SEE HIM, I COULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING, (although
apparently I knew it was AATW, this is confusing, this is the first
and only song I remember him playing, maybe I blocked out all the
music, because I didn't care, I didn't go to hear his music, that is
stupid, I went because he is a prostitute, and I paid for a peep show.
Maybe the only reason watchtower stuck in my brain is because I was
inside the song.) IT TOTALLY SUCKED, and then I stood right in the
middle of this aisle going across, right in the middle, lined up with
the microphone, I spread my legs a little, and stared him down, I was
GLARING at him, I was like, YOU THINK YOU ARE SO COOL DON'T YOU? YOU
TOTALLY SUCK YOU TOTALLY SUCK, and then he appeared to me, I saw the
legs, in black jeans, exactly as how they came to me in the vision in
Israel (I didn't remember this of course, when this happened at the
time, never even thought about it afterwards, or gave it a second
thought) anyway, and then I had goosebumps all up and down my arms,
then after that I snuck down closer, etc..etc..I have already told
this story.