On Tuesday, September 26, 2017 at 3:53:50 PM UTC-7, drive-by wrote:
> I'm not sure what you're talking about, Rachel adds much to this group, as you can see................
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> Rachel
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> 6:33 PM (15 minutes ago)
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> i'm sorry , i'm having a little fit , i tried the bike , i'm procrastinating my back ... that would probably help , too
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> oh right , i forgot . more coffee ! (caffeine/your monthly/supposed to help)... even though it's really almost over ... i think i didn't even plug it up again based on the last one . :-/// i'm not sure ... omg ... well , i'll have to check next time ... i think i'm empty ...
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> once i forgot it was in there , and used a dildo . it wasn't until the next time i went to the bathroom , and sat down ... and then i was like wait ... omg ... wait ... omg , i had one in there ... and it all hit me pretty quick ... i had to go to the hospital ER !!!! so they could fish it out ...
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> i felt so stupid ...
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> but the pretty young nurse there was so very very very nice ... :-D and they called me sweetie (not patronizingly) and everything .
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> she even told me (!!!) it happened to her once , too !!! i don't know if it was sex or a dildo or what , but something like this ...
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> okay , fine you stupid assholes. you want to know my disgusting secret . fine , i'll tell you , fuck you all .
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> so once at the end of my period , within the last couple years i can't remember , somehow i forgot the last one ...
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> it's so disgusting , i hope you all eat shit and die . fuck you .
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> anyway , i found it after a few days , it's so awful , it's so gross , omg , i wish you all were dead .
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> well , anyway , that's one of my totally fucking disgusting secrets .
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> see , i even devised this way to remember , in the bathroom . i NEVER had a problem , until i started getting older ... same with (oh fuck off) occasional skid marks . if you had told me about this (well , if it happened to me) before i got old , i would have killed myself . i know it never happened to me until i was way way way into my thirties . in fact , the very first time it happened , i sent it to bob . so he knows when , if he looks at his fan mail . and it's happened a few times (maybe 3) . just so people know , it starts to happen when you get older , i think .... i know it seems so crazy ... how could it happen ... what's changed ... but i guess you change inside somehow ... in your brain ...
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> anyway, back to the tampons ... so i started putting them out in the bathroom , to help me remember , in a little stand , that has two sides ... so i can see them . and so if i sit down , and see one there , it's to remind me , you have one in, you have to change it (morning or night). one side is for morning , one side is for night . it works sort of okay . it's so WEIRD , that you NEVER EVER EVER *EVER* forget when you are young , but then you get older , and you start forgetting . :-((((((((
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> i am so glad i got my bob dylan story all down, every single little detail , every single little time i ever thought about him or anything , before i forgot !!!!!!!!!!!! i mean , sure , some things you'll NEVER forget , although i was under SO MUCH PRESSURE ONLINE , trying to talk in front of mr. dylan (bob) , i messed up some things , but then later see and know, oh fuck , that's not quite right !!!! i know what it was !!!! damn !!!! but i'm not going back and fixing things , i mean , if bob never comes back , and i have nothing to do .... sigh ....
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> i hope he makes my dream come true ...
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> he's so silly ...
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> to be so shy ...
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> it's crazy ...
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> like i'm not embarrassed to spend time (visiting for a month or so ... iow , living with) my mom . she sees me . she sees who i am . the whole thing . and i'm not embarrassed . i know she knows i'm not stupid , or at least not COMPLETELY crazy , i don't know if she knows what to think about how far this bob things goes , and i don't care . i don't need her validation . but anyway , the point is ... i mean , she SEES me ... doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! literally , just walking around , pacing around , with no thoughts in my head , or possibly just musing about things ... then coming to sit down , scanning the computer , finding nothing , just sitting here , walking around , literally , DOING NOTHING.
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> well , obviously , i'm not STUPID . i'm just not quite like other people !!!! so what is bob so AFRAID of ??? what am i going to see , or not see , that he's so SHY about ???? it's CRAZY !!!!!!! just like he thinks he's so special and so different , if his thought-dreams could be seen , he's SO AWFUL , everybody would want to chop off his head . he has the world's BIGGEST ego , to think that . and it's not even TRUE . he likes thinking his thoughts . not ALL of them , but he KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG AND HE'S A GOOD PERSON. just like me . it happened to me , too . i think because of speed ? i'm guessing ? it's like it opens up your mind , and ideas and thoughts come to you . but a LOT OF THEM , are like tests . they aren't even YOU . it's up to YOU to be the judge . to be like , yes , or no . like , no way , this is wrong , this is NOT me. you can even get a sense of it from say , movies ... like dustin hoffman in wag the dog . they come to him for his ideas . so they start coming to him ... and he's spilling them out ... and some are good , and some of them aren't , and he KNOWS , he realizes, he spits out an idea , and then is like , no no no, that's not good , forget that !
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> this is weird, is this kind of like evolution ? like god , making his creations , and then changing his mind and sh*t ?
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> well, i don't want to think about that, or talk about god , or anything , other than bob.
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> it's just WRONG.
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> he's SO self-conscious , but he doesn't NEED to be , at least , in front of ME .
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> am i that different ? am i special or something ?
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> well , hell , compared to NORMAL people , omg, , i guess i AM a freak , too .
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> i mean , crystal meth . omg .
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> for example , my cousin , he was talking about renting this really CUTTING EDGE OUT THERE tv show from cable .
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> it was nurse jackie .
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> i couldn't believe it .
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> i was like , i must be SO DIFFERENT . i must be SO OUT THERE . i must be SUCH A F*CK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because to ME , it was NORMAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> well, okay .
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> so about bob . bob , hello ? are you there ? :-) (that makes me smile so bad... !!!!!!) (i f*ckin' LOVE YOU , MAN.)
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> i just understand and accept. okay , i just thought of paul . it's not really because of what he's doing , it's because , I DIDN'T WANT TO BE WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE A RESENTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean , if i were lying on the bed with bob , and we were looking at each other (paul had a queen bed in his room at his parent's house and a tv where i would watch beverly hills 90210 for relief/to escape) and bob said to me, "boo!" i would think it was ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's just so hard to handle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being with someone else!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love everything ABOUT bob dylan . i mean , a lot of his shows ... okay fine , but one , he's all messed up , and it must excruciating , having to sing the same songs over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over i mean who cares anymore , and he's drunk and/or on drugs , and he just doesn't care . or also , he loses his perspective !!!! like the way one might abhor something at first , then get used to it , and then learn to start actually enjoying it . so maybe he's singing all fucked up , but he's on drugs or drunk and doesn't care , then gets used to it , or even likes it (from his fucked up perspective) and then starts singing that way and gets used to it and it's natural . but i seriously don't CARE about his singing or concerts!!!!!!!!! i don't want to WATCH THEM or LISTEN TO THEM, i want to be with him, not have him entertain me like that!!!!!!!!! i don't find it entertaining. i am DYING to be RELATING to other people. i really really really have a good time when i am with people. even paul. he says so many things that make me think. (like an angel.) but see, i don't want to use him. it's not nice to (wow, like bob even sings of this i just remembered while trying to think of how to describe what i am trying to say) look (or listen) to one person , and be thinking of something (or someone) else!!!!!!!!!!!! but so many things he says....it's so hard....cuz it happens a lot....that's why i can't be around him so much....plus he's busy anyway....but it's like this magic thing....all these things he says....i'll give you an example. i got in the car , wearing my favorite colored shirt that fits , because it was clean , and my gray one i would have preferred to wear , i mean , this is sort of like my best t-shirt , say , perhaps , to wear to dr. reuben or a doctor , anyway , when i was gone yesterday late afternoon for a bite to eat with them (paul and nat) , anyway, i get in the car , and he says my shirt is "interesting."
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> see , the thing was , when i said about the titles to BIABH/H61R that they were interesting...i actually edited that . initially , i wrote the "best , most intelligent" as if it were true ... but then i wasn't sure ... that wasn't quite it ... not that it wasn't true ... i wasn't sure how to capture their essence ... to describe them ... what they were ... ha ha ... like dylan is not rock n' roll , i always thought he was in a category ALL BY HIMSELF , although after tons of drugs , and listening to more rocking stuff , i sort of saw that it could be "rock" too. anyway, that was weird. calling my best shirt, "interesting."
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> or like , and this is sort of personal , but paul said it was okay , as long as he didn't have to read it , he said he didn't mind , anyway, he used to say to excuse himself from the table that he was going to "the little boy's room." i thought that was awesome. i thought it was so respectful. (not that he was always respectful AT_ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but that was.) i always thought to say, to the restroom...anyway, NOW, you know what he's saying. it's so funny. it's so cool. i can't believe it. this is not to be taken the wrong way that i am attracted to him or anything or would EVER consider having SEX with him , i will NEVER do that again , after what happened with bob . when i go out with them now , i PAY FOR MYSELF . i do NOT want a repeat of the first time 'round , when i felt SO GUILTY , that i ended up jacking him off (after much begging and begging, well, never mind, i could say that over and over, including btw, and i add this in because in the end i didn't mind it at all , but getting naked and hanging out at his pool , where he was living with his parents , and swimming , etc....) anyway, where was i hold on. oh, okay , that was it .
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> oh wait. no. :-( i was gonna say what he says now. i don't want to ruin it by saying how great it is, like that happened to me with silence of the lambs, everybody was saying it was the very very best, and so in the end, i was a little disappointed.
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> well, anyway, it just tickles my funny bone. he excuses himself, and says he has to go to the sandbox.
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> isn't that hilarious?
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> makes me think of bob, at first. that valentine i wrote, about playing in the sandbox, and then it reminded me of "your darling pet , fascist rainbow ." bob , was that you !?!?!??!? or was that really tim ?!?!?!?!?!?!? it makes me sad , like that person (and maybe you , too , or maybe it was you , not that a lot of your fans aren't like this , too) but he was so fast , and so smart , like he was always DOING something , online , so he wouldn't get bored . and i mean , like learning new languages , etc... ("i speak french now" , etc...) lots of interests....maybe i would bore you . :-((( marc wasn't bored . maybe marc got bored the second time around...in the board and care....when i wasn't happy and excited and turned on , and i wanted something , and couldn't say , and was beating around the bush , and trying to start conversations about other things , like who are all the tribes in the bible, i have no idea (don't remember at all , all of them , no way , i barely read it !!!!!) and he didn't want to tell me ? he wanted me to entertain him like before ? i don't know. :-(((
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> it's so sad to me that you think about children .
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> although i guess i was exactly the same way in the beginning. get you , at huntington gardens , and then you come live with me , and you'd be there , on my couch , and i was so busy running around , and going to learn kabbalah , be there , and go to services , etc.... , participate fully . and i'd have bob dylan , too.
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> then i ate the grape-nuts , after not eating for several or more days , pretending that i was , like it was an illusion , and i didn't need it , but then i got so hungry ... and i was in the clothes store , trying on dresses for the kabbalah centre (services) , and my stomach was bulging out , and i tucked the dress under my boobs , and looked in the mirror , and saw what it would be like to be pregnant . i don't remember my thinking TOO WELL , but it was something like definitely , being important . i didn't think YOU were important . you know , like you are now (well , gee , i really don't think your songs are that smart ... i mean , unless i analyze them myself ... i guess it's just because 1. you are REALLY rich , and this is in the sense of , i didn't know , you are POWERFUL . you have THOUSANDS of people working under you , for you , this is so hard to grasp , i know i heard it (read it) years ago , it's just so hard to UNDERSTAND , to picture, like what are they doing !?!??!?! i was picturing like , they read your mail for you or something , i don't know. ) but anyway, why else are you important . rich = you are completely taken care of . you have thousands of people under you . but , do you have everything you want and need ? can you find anything and everything you want ? like a good trainer , etc...? how come your jacket doesn't fit ? that doesn't make sense to me . how come you can't find someone or someones to make you stop smoking ?!?!?!??!?!?!? i don't get that . what about your haircuts ? do you really think they are so attractive ? i don't get that EITHER!!!!!!!!! i mean , i would think , after one like that , you'd look in the mirror , and find somebody else , and keep changing , until you found someone to do it right . including say , finding pictures , or with your resources , have someone draw a picture of what you want it to look like . or even former pictures of yourself from before , and say , please, could you make it like that ? i don't GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! are you HIDING!?!??!?!? do you do it on PURPOSE?!?!?!?!??!?!?!? i can understand the clothes. i get that. i just do , and i won't even bother going into it. but the hair ? i don't understand . and the colors...well ... maybe you do that on purpose , too . even like magazine covers . i get that , too. maybe you are trying to connect with the average joe , and it's like a solidarity thing , taking the haircut you get , and living with it , just like everybody else has to , and there's nothing they can do . but you know what , bob ? EVERYBODY ELSE I SEE HAS FINE HAIRCUTS!!!!!!!!!!!! it's only you (AND BY THE WAY, ME TOO A LOT) and i just don't get it.
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> btw, PLEASE don't feel bad about unattractive haircuts. it's just a haircut. i mean , it's not the end of the world , and it's not even PERMANENT!!!!! it's not THAT big a deal , but it would be nice if they were more attractive. i guess i'm thinking ... your hair has always been at its best (nicest) (most attractive) when it has grown out . i can't think of i a time i saw it where it was OBVIOUSLY just cut , and it looked really good . i'm not sure . maybe that's really hard or something. but i don't get it . NOBODY else has this problem !!!! (EXCEPT FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) well , anyway , it's just hair , so let's drop this and move on. where were we ?
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> ok , are you important or not ? so i was just thinking ... horsham director said your concert wasn't "important" and wouldn't let me out of the psych. hospital (where they put me senior year (high school) for depression and cutting my wrists, suicidality) to go (my very first concert). but they let another boy go to his anthrax concert.
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> so you're rich. whoopdee doo. okay , let's go back to the grape-nuts. being pregnant. never thought about it before. i thought i looked important. i am carrying a baby. i am going to be somebody's mother.
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> that's when it changed.
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> we can't have children in this apartment .
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> there is one bedroom . there is no room.
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> (so far , all i knew , is instead of sitting on your couch in malibu , you'd be sitting on my yet-to-be purchased black leather couch in the most beautiful place in the world , my apartment with all my things .)
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> suddenly i knew . you have a big house with multiple bedrooms. and you can give them everything i had , obviously . i didn't even have a big house with lots of bedrooms. you can afford to send them to the best schools , and the educational vacations , etc... just like i had . obviously you can give them this .
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> i don't remember how it all went.
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> i was going crazy.
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> i can't even remember if this was before or after the knocking.
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> all i remember is at one point i thought your house was falling apart.
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> then later i thought i knew you were rich and we were getting married and having children.
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> in san francisco, i was thinking about your three houses, how we would enjoy the seasons in their turns, with the children. like ice skating and playing in the snow and all that in minnesota. and new york in the fall. etc...just a nice life.
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> wait, what about the house husband? that was in pasadena, we'd get married, and you had a nice house, and rabbi berg was going to teach me kabbalah, and i would save the world. (oh shut up. :-( )
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> after san francisco, up there out on the roof, i came back down, and i was on curson, and i imagined being pregnant again. i was freaking out. because i had seen you, i knew you were bob fucking dylan. i'm sure i didn't think you were bob fucking dylan in the balcony. how could i know? how could i think this? because of the lighter. or maybe i did know, but i also knew you were depressed. i mean, did i think you were my lucky wilbury, or bfd? i think i thought you were bfd, depressed and lonely, and all that, but i wasn't picturing your looks in my head. although i think when i was playing with the root beer stick i knew you were cool, and educated, and respectable, etc...cuz you were telling me to go home and clean up my mess. at this point, it was just all about you and your depression (and loneliness).
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> on curson...being pregnant...having THE bob dylan's baby...it was just too much. that probably makes you depressed, bob. before they close the door. i thought i knew what you meant.
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> why do we think that way?
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> what about two people being together and sharing?
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> if i had to take care of children....that's a full-time job.
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> it's so stupid. two people fall in love, they celebrate, make love, and then, boom, it's all over. screaming babies, poopy diapers, constant supervision, cooking, cleaning (okay, i guess not at bob dylan's house) well...it's just so much work....isn't it ?
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> we never even had TIME. to meet. to get to know each other. to talk. to relate. to share. to go out together. to fall in love, to see if we wanted to share physical intimacy...to meet each other's families (i have problems with that all alone i am so ashamed i have nothing to share, no job, no husband, no children, nothing. :-( )
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> i guess i wanted to have you...and then i guess i didn't want to get to know you...
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> because i knew deep down it would be all bad.
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> i think that's what i thought/just knew.
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> all your pain.
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> all alone, isolated, a loner...
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> in san francisco i was thinking about it...(berkeley i mean, i always mean berkeley, except at first at steve f.'s condo where i stole his shirt, omg, what the hell was wrong with me i'm so sorry :-((( ) anyway, thinking about how it was all everybody else's fault. that you did nothing wrong, you didn't deserve any of it, everybody ended up hurting you.
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> i never thought about sitting down and talking with you and listening to your feelings.
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> all i knew, to think about, for lucky wilbury, was just to love him. physically. to show him i loved him. to kiss him. a lot. lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of kissing. (which produced orgasmic like reactions whatever :-( )
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> and for bob dylan...THE bob dylan...i wasn't good enough. they slammed the door. the whole thing didn't make sense. i made a mistake. he didn't knock for me. he didn't call me. he didn't want me.
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> WHAT IS MY POINT!?!?!??! WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT!??!?!?!??!?
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> babies/children/vs. a couple with no kids.
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> deep breath...
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> I HAVEN'T EVEN MET YOU YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO KNOW YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> I BARELY KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> I HAVEN'T SPENT ANY TIME WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> YOU'VE BARELY SAID TWO WORDS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> YOU WRITE LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF ARTICLES AND POST LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF YOUTUBE VIDEOS, NONE OF WHICH INTEREST ME IN THE SLIGHTEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> i'm thinking....if it took this long to get to know ME, then how long will it take to get to know BOB, and by the time i finally DO, we will be so old, it will be TOO LATE to adopt any kids.
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> otoh, when we sit here at the computer ALL DAY without ANY KIND OF BREAKS, it is kind of excruciating.
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> you're supposed to have balance, and moderation, and all that. it's just kids are...omg.
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> it's the most important thing in the whole world.
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> i just don't think i'm good enough.
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> and on top of that, i don't even think i WANT it, i want to ... i hesitate to say this ... get to know bob ... FROM BOB HIMSELF. i do not want to spend my life all by myself alone reading books trying to FIGURE HIM OUT . not that that wouldn't possibly be "interesting" like some kind of QUEST of something , but it's just not the same as the very very very VERY real thing! that's like....the ULTIMATE.
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> but it's so private and personal. it was never any of my BUSINESS. and i never wanted it to BE my business!!!!!!!! i guess the whole baby thing messed me up, like a DISTRACTION from the real thing. even the real thing... i didn't picture TALKING to him , like tell me all your secrets , omg , i just was so crazy i thought he was just there , depressed , he'll come live with me , in the happiest place on earth , and he'll be happy .
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> and one point , i was thinking of it a little , but i knew he was the HARDEST most PARANOID GUARDED person on earth . i just wanted him to trust me , and all i knew was he was saying the world has gone wrong , and i just wanted to say , you can't blame the world , your depression is your own responsibility . i don't know. i thought so many things. then like , he was there depressed , just be nice to him , and invite him to huntington gardens , and then gently take his hand ... and then he would be happy , because this nice girl LIKES him . and he could come live with me , and be happy . then it was like (and i forget how the babies or house husband or falling down house fits in) he knew me , and that's why he was depressed and lonely , because he was waiting for me to remember , and he just wanted to be with me . i thought he was calling me... out there....to come find him...to hurry...and there were times he was very angry...with what i was doing....making me throw things out....like new clothes i bought, or my bob dylan drawing....like you care about these things , and like them , what about me ?!?!?! i need you...etc....i thought he wanted to marry me, dress me, and have me be his wife . i even thought he was telling me to get fat . so i did . frantically .
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> well , whatever .
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> it was a big surprise . (wasn't it?)
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> you didn't know i was coming , you had no idea , marc said nothing (?!?!?!?) about me (?!?!?!?) i don't know , i have no idea, nobody will tell me anything , barely.
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> i spend practically every day , bob , every day of my miserable life , trying to help you , telling you who i am, telling you the story , telling you the truth , of who i am, and how this happened , and trying to prove to you that i am real , and i exist , and i am not part of some illusion of a real world which is so sickeningly painful that you can't handle it .
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> i almost can't handle it , either .
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> but then i think , it is so immoral , to deny it .
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> it's not fair to the people who lived through it .
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> i don't know .
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> it's so confusing .
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> i've done everything i know how and can to try and get you back , without being too inappropriate .
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> i don't think going to your house is appropriate .
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> what do you think ?
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> don't forget adoption ...
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> that's what you said ...
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> well , you know me .... SORT OF ... but i don't know you at ALL , hardly .
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> you have never been with me in person .
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> you have NO IDEA how i am going to act , or treat you , or respond to you , or what kinds of things i will say , and how , or anything.
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> and you're already talking about adopting children.
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> supertiny: i have to get to know you first. :-//////// i'm sorry. :-(((((((( i know. i hate talking about my pain, too. i just want to forget it. :-(((((((( like getting date raped while i was drunk in a hammock when i was 14. or again once when i was passed out on a carpet, never mind by whom. (a sort of distant relative on my father's side).
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> oh g-d, i don't want to DO this. i don't want to TALK about this.
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> but i guess i MIGHT *POSSIBLY* be interested in doing it... if it were with you...my lucky wilbury...my beautiful baby bob dylan...poor bob dylan... all alone....and hurt....and hurting...i would share my pain with you...for you...for us...so maybe...we could get close...and connect...
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> because that's all i ever wanted...to be alone with you...but i thought you were too cool for me...and too hard....and there was nothing to share.
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> and it's almost like...sharing with kids...is just so fake . it's like being a liar ... playing with them .... being happy ... like it's all fun and games ... when hell is just over the borderline ... as madonna put it ... although i don't remember the rest of the words ...
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> you want to adopt . you want to be happy . you want to have kids ... i think ?
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> what about me ?
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> can i make you happy ?
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> do you like me?
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> would you like to share (what's left) of your life with me ? ???
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> maybe after we spend time together , and get to know each other ....
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> but i don't know.
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> i almost just can't even picture it , bob.
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> i think between the two of us ... we must be so interesting ... and then all the people out there we'd like to know/visit/see/meet/spend some time with ...
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> i just don't get it .
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> it doesn't even make sense to me .
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> who are you ?!?!?!??!??!?!??!?
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> why do you want to adopt children with me !?!?!?!??!?!??!
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> it sounds crazy .
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> i don't even know if you like me .
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> we've spent 10 minutes together or slt .
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> and i don't really know who you are , either .
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> and i don't want to be famous .
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> i do not want to get to know you on a computer in front of all your fans .
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> this is so unfair to me .
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> it's the most special thing in the whole wide world and this cheapens it .
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> I WANT TO MEET YOU.
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> YOU'RE ALREADY 76 YEARS OLD AND WE NEVER KNOW.
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> IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE TO HAVE CHILDREN.
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> MAYBE WE COULD ADOPT, I KNOW THAT SOUNDS INSANE, BUT I KNOW HOW TO BE ALMOST NORMAL.
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> BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.
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> and quite frankly , i ' m a little hurt that you are already moving on to children , before you've even really met me and spent time with me. okay , i guess you really have a good sense of my personality (but there is a HUGE part that is missing , real life is SO different from the computer , but I HAVEN'T EVEN MET YOU. please , have a little consideration for ME! you know a lot about me , i don't know much about YOU! i know it sounds really scary , but if that's what you want , then PLEASE , invite me over , or come pay me a visit , and let me get to know you , so i can SEE , if i think this will work. i had NO IDEA who you were really , when i ran to you . how INCREDIBLY sensitive and unique and special you are. not that i could have handled it . but NOW i want to get to know you first... i want to spend time with you... i want you to share yourself with me...as you feel comfortable...so i can get to know bob dylan...and only THEN...EVENTUALLY...MAYBE...i can see...this is great...we would make good....well....i should say....foster parents (???)... like , we work well together... we function well... we have a lot to offer... maybe we can take in a kid or two or something...
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> it's just so hard to fathom , to contemplate .
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> i have no idea how you are , bob .
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> i have NO_IDEA.
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> can i meet you ?
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> hello ?
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> hello ?
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> there is no way on earth i can know if i want to have children with you until i get to know you.
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> i was crazy before. i was young , and innocent , i had NO IDEA how bad it could get , or how far it go , or how deep you could go in ... omg ...
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> i thought you were fairly normal ... like me ...
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> but you are not. you are way more , and way more complex , and i think i know this , based on what changes i have undergone in the years since our encounter , and what i have seen so far online .
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> and it's NOT that i have this great desire... wow...i want to know the real bob dylan...as deep as it goes..."that would be so cool..." that's sick. (or interesting, or a satisfying challenge, or anything sick and egotistical like that)
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> but you are infinitely more important to me than anybody else. and i have to SEE. i have to FIND OUT. what's going on. does this person need me, or can we move on, and share with children?
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> well, i think that's the crux of it. i'm not even going to bother to re-read this crap. i'll re-read it after i post in a while or whatever.
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> i think that was the main point. i think i figured out the main point. what i was trying to say. two paragraphs above this one.
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> is that okay? :)? :-////////
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> i hope you can handle that and are not insulted.
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> remember, i blew my professors and other professionals away. apparently, i'm "brilliant." i think it's stupid, but maybe it would work for you. and your knowledge is EXTREMELY attractive to me, too. so saying you have nothing for me is just...retarded.
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> btw, that blue house also...looks very comforting and nice , too. maybe you do know the kinds of things i like.
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> but what i guess you can't understand , is that i love you.
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> i 'd like to help you come to know that . (alright , i will read it over . sigh . wish you were here . :-(((((((( )
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> no , forget it . i don 't care right now . all that work , to figure out i wanted to tell you , i need to see if YOU need me first , before i can decide if i want to help other people (some children) with you .
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> this is embarrassing . oh well . :-( (talking about kids.)
couldn't handle it (typo)
just like me = just like i am (oops)
reminds me of that book black like me. what was that about hold on...right i thought so!!! a white person changes his skin color to try and see what it's like being black.
can't imagine...
i got stopped once with a black guy i was hanging out with , asked for IDs and everything , in chicago ...
all because he was black , i'm guessing , because that never happened to me before as a (semi) white person (jew).
wow , huh ?