Here I am. @ Seat Cushion #3. :)
Watching Robin Williams', "World's Greatest Aba!" :)
xoxox,
JoJo the ReBeL
Prolegomenon: A Spiritual Subpoena!
why am i such a derdee person, bobee???
merde.
koos emek.
Dear Blob,
When I was 5 or 6 at most in Manhattan Beach on 5th Street, I wrote
FUCK in one of my children's piano books.
Jolene
P.S. I slept in my brother's room when he had a friend over, in that
house, and we french kissed.
P.P.S. I played with penises a lot in my early childhood and on, of my
own volition, like at Habonim summer camp, etc...
P.P.P.S. I am not acting dirty because of your song. I just am.
Sorry. :)
Cock-A-Doodle-Do, Blob.
P.S. What is Your rooster's name? :)
Great G-d, this movie is AWFUL. I mean in the terrible sense. I mean
in the WORST WAY.
I became afraid Bob was going to die, and G-d was going to make Me
find His love in Others. Like the whole thing would be as painful as
Robin Williams finding his son.
I don't think anybody wants that?
OK, SO FORGET MY STUPID IDEA THAT 3.5 MILLION PEOPLE WROTE BD @ ER AND
SAID THEY THOUGHT HE WAS G-D AND SHOULD COMMIT SUICIDE. I'M SORRY I
THOUGHT THAT WAS COOL. I THOUGHT THAT'S WHAT SNOOPY BOB TOLD ME IN BED
WHEN HE CAME OVER TO VISIT.
jolene :(
I just realized.
It's my prince, *BLOB*!!!
(on the cover of my April 9th bootleg, which is on, along with the
movie)
it's almost like i don't even exist...
my captcha says squash. i wonder if blob plays racquetball? is he
coordinated? i hope my arm gets all better. i should do some more
exercises... :-/
http://expectingrain.com/discussions/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=55790&sid=eaf79669a8971415bfd627acf3039c87
i'm not sending back your invitation, mr. dylan.
i want you to come.
i can't believe that you are so sick.
but anything's possible, man.
wow.
this is pretty sick.
you'd only probably come if i were insane and locked up in a hospital
or something.
i don't think you're ever coming.
you're so stupid i can't believe it.
i guess you could very well say the same thing about me.
i guess you don't really give a shit, bob.
and i guess i don't either.
wow, i fucking hate g-d.
g-d is so sick i can't believe it.
bye.
i thought your best friend your doctor was the master kabbalist.
:-/
it's funny, cuz a little while ago, i realized during the junk yard
angel song that you saw a psychiatrist, and he gave you your medicine
(amphetamine). (soulful mama keeps you hid)
(i was kissing your picture on my fridge, and whispered into your
imaginary ss ear, "i love you, blob." did you hear me, mr. dylan? :) )
wow. desolation row is starting right now.
wow. it's so sick i can't believe it. (the holocaust. g-d. this world,
bob. pretty unbelievable, huh? and yet, it's so true. let's just eat
and drink and throw up on the world, okay, man? :) )
jolene + blob = forever young
i went to TJs' and picked out what i told ya, and i had NO IDEA how
much cash i had (new cards not activated yet), and man, it was unreal.
i had the exact amount (like $10 something?), plus 27 cents. i
couldn't believe it. i told west, "that's my lucky number!" (it is,
man)
xoxox
there is no Mr. Dylan, blob.
except in Princeton and the Hollywood. :)
(Blue Dome/Malibu = Second Heaven)
i love you so so so much blob. i'm gonna cry. dr is still playing.
nobody is escaping, blob...i'm with my baby, too.
don't be sad, blob. you are my baby, man. :)
I AM NOT THERE, MAN. (oopsie, coincidence)
let's face it, man.
we're all hypocrites.
i saw j.d. today. i ran into phoebe at the unitarian universalist (is
THAT what it was called???) church, when i was hypomanic and seduced
my mom into coming with me in 1992. my MOM, man. who nearly fainted
when i found jesus in a painting on campus at the princeton art
museum. lol
fuck i screwed up. b/c i wanted you to be Mr. Dylan in West Hollywood,
too, but then I was like, nah, these people are my friends.
But now I think about Ryan.
He was so obnoxious to me that I want him to call you Mr. Dylan.
I dunno, Blob.
Who really gives a shit?
just come over and put your penis in my vagina, ok?
thank you kindly,
Jolene
I'm glad you had a motorcycle accident.
Sincerely,
Jolene
P.S. I just put on Blonde On Blonde
P.P.S. I am wearing my Triumph T-shirt today. It's black. I walked
home today on Historic Route 66 and even saw the sign.
P.P.P.S. As I crossed Holloway on La Cienaga, a guy on a motorcycle
nodded his head down to me, and I nodded up back.
P.P.P.P.S. Something else happened on the corner of L.C. and S.M.
Blvd, but it's a *SECRET*! ;-P. Please don't hate me b/c I'm
beautiful, Mr. Dylan.
BLOB! DON'T BE A MORON! I DON'T EVER WANT ANYTHING BAD TO EVER HAPPEN
TO ANYONE!
Blob...?
Your songs aren't really about me, are they...?
No, that's ridiculous.
I mean, before T[O]oM.
I wonder what they were about?
Oh well.
Never mind.
Seriously, it's not as important as pancakes and penis.
Wow. I wonder if this is all hidden, and owen and j.d are really like
g-d's justice, like other people, saying, you should be focusing on
your tikkun, rachel.
VOJ. Hmm. Not as good as Biograph, obviously. But still thoroughly
wonderful.
Blob, you don't really know what's going on, do you?
It's OK, man.
I don't either. :)
Let's just get together and be happy.
Let's just dream our lives away, together. :)
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
I'm planning on waking up with you in Heaven, man. FOREVER.
oh, if you only KNEW, man. if you only KNEW. (what i experience.) (i
think you do, man. you must. )
like i just heard blind man's bluff with the key chain.
all the key chains i bought as gifts, cuz they had cool stuff on them,
for people, that bag disappeared, blob.
seriously, man.
something is going on.
well, i'm here, dude.
if you write me, i'll write you back.
you're bob fucking dylan, man.
seriously.
i fucking LOVE YOU FUCKING HELL DON'T YOU GET IT, MAN???
YOU'RE G-D, MAN. (oh shut up, you KNOW WHAT I MEAN. YOU'RE BOB FUCKING
DYLAN.)
you're my baby, bobby.
you're the most beautiful human being in the world.
Love,
Rachel Ben-Levi
>
> I wonder what they were about?
>
> Oh well.
>
> Never mind.
>
> Seriously, it's not as important as pancakes and penis.
>
there's got to be something better than in the middle!
(oops)
blob: it's nothing more than the unwinding of my happiness...
wiggle wiggle blob!
(oops) = there's nothing better than in the middle, blob! (you, blob.
you, my darling :) )
YaBa DaBa Do, Blob.
Blob...?
I think Eric Cocks might be the business-y person I wrote and asked if
he was the same guy who made the product I saw for somebody in the
future (not you). See, there were two people associated with the
business. A guy and a girl. I looked up and wrote the guy. Wuz dat
RONG, Blob??? I can't help it, Blob. I'm not a lesbian! (stupid joke)
(i don't know what's wrong with me, blob. don't be jealous, man. i
only want you. shirley you get that, right? you only wanted her,
right? or i don't know, man. are you a slime? i don't think so, man. i
cheated on tal, man. it meant nothing. he felt up my breasts. it
didn't even feel good. i didn't give a shit. i don't know who you are,
bob dylan. fuck me up the ass, okay?)
I'll bet I'm just this big enigma to you, Blob.
I'm a JuMBLe.
There are Pieces of Me somewhere's inside this great big Melting Pot
of JaMBaLaya Stew.
Do you wanna pick all of me out and eat me up?
I'm a Big Chicken, Blob.
I'm waiting for you to come and pick me up, and take me out.
You can nibble on me, like I am nibbling on your ear as we speak.
Mmmmm, you taste just like a strawberry, Bobby.
Ah, if you only had a brain...you could send Auntie EM another EMail.
I miss You, Blob.
Please come home, baby.
Please come home, Mr. Dylan.
Please come home, my darling.
Tell me to go fuck myself, again.
I don't give a shit.
Anything, Blob.
Anything.
What song is this?
Sooner or later...
Is that when your email is coming...?
WHAT IF YOU DIE YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT???
Come on, Blob.
Oh shit. I got the song wrong. I haven't listened to this in a million
years.
It's the first song you ever sang in concert for me, and all i heard
was a bunch of awful noise.
Most Likely..
That's what's going to happen any second, Blob.
I'm going to cut you off.
Prepare to bleed, man.
Here I go.
Bye, Blob!
I figured you'd meet me at the door to my place, and discreetly flash
me your old new best friend, as a sign, so I would know it was you,
and then we would go together up to the restaurant, at lunch time,
obviously, cuz a the shades we had to wear, b/c I forgot I could
handle it, and didn't want to see you all naked at first coming to me
out of the ether.
Amnesiac Jolene Weberman
this had nothing to do with your music,man.
i was walking to therapy and trying to picture our first meeting.
the early bird gets the worm. :) (hee hee hee)
i just made that up right now, blob.
lv,
j.
You are the coolest thing that ever walked around on our planet,
Blob. :)
(I am me, Blob. I am just Jolene. And nobody else. I am not there. I
am sitting on my couch on seat cushion three typing and listening to
the Please Come Home song)
Wow, PCH. That's the Way, Blobby! :)
Btw, I totally remember, OBVIOUSLY. (ha ha coincidence)
OFB.
I'll bet Joni Mitchell is taking a nap as we speak.
And Mommy is being rushed to the hospital, to deliver her baby, who
thought somebody needed her right away.
SELOTL is the worst fucking song I ever heard. How could you do this
to me, Bob Dylan?
Ergo, I do NOT want to hear THIS again. Blonde on Blonde....SERIOUS
OUCH. (coincidence, Blob!!!!!)(Fat Rachel All Alone in Hard College in
Misery)
I fucking HATE this song.
Jolene @ Secret Cornersville ;-)
Blah blah blah.
OK, PW TIME!
p.s. elbow scratch, right, blobby? :)
Send me an email, Blob.
Holene the MenSch Pinafore (I am the River Boat Captain, Blob)
(it's hard to laugh during this song, my darling. this song
is...golden)
i'm gold, i'm gold, i'm gone
This evening, I listened to the first song, to celebrate.
Shake Shake, Blob!
Jolene
P.S. Come on in at last, Blob.
G-d you're beautiful, Bob Dylan.
i'd like a little touch of your love, hazel...
Blob, will you marry me? :)
WOW!!!!! YOU SAID YES!!!!!!
hurray for me.
send me an email right now, ok, thank you.
it's okay, baybee man. mommy loves you no matter what, heaven help me!
jayjay
forever young, blob dylan.
forever young i love you more than g-d.
and i don't even really know who you are. :)
sweet angel from heaven, you are, birdie.
love,
rachel ben-levi (oops)
I *AM* BOB DYLAN!!!
i invented him.
i did.
back in berkeley.
before i read about it in tarantula.
i'm not KID-ding!
and he's BOB FUCKING DYLAN, and he had no idea who or what i really am
when i came running down the aisle.
but he does now. :)
and i still don't really know who he is. :-/
i seriously am not 100% sure he sent me that email, either. just a few
minutes ago, i thought it was the guy in the mercedes (it wasn't
black, though i have seen black ones go by, of course, both from the
corner and from the terrace.)
i'm listening to dirge, btw. :-/
g-d, i hope i get my voice back. i may have to do speed, and i'm not
sure i want to. i don't want to feel so much, you know. i want to know
mr. blob.
most sincerely,
miss jolene blob
hi
:)
don't you think you're being selfish, blobby?
what are you paranoid about now?
FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!
I'm a HUMAN BEING, Blob.
Please send me an email.
I want to eat a plate of pancakes with you.
Jolene Shmolene
Wow, doesn't that sound DISGUSTING?????
A HUMAN BEING.
EEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(i'm serious)
I wasn't thinking of You or Me, Blob. (OMGAWD!!! I HAD AN ATTACK OF
OBAMAITIS!!!! FUCK THAT NIGGER, MAN!!!!!!)
I can hear the grease sizzling, man...
Grass fed, from whole foods.
I will gladly pay you Tuesday, for a hamburger Today! :)
xoxo
i'm back. had to run get it before it burned!
i added some sea salt, fresh ground black pepper, red organic catchup.
and grey poopon mustard!
sh'hacol nehiyah b'divaroh! (amen) (i think the rest will forgive me
if i eat now, before it gets cold)
Watermelon gum for DesseRt.
lechem l'chol basar, blah blah blah, on and on she goes, nobody cares!
i miss the old kabbalah centre :(
where'd evweebuddee go???
waah!!!!!
blob? are you there? blob? blob?
come in, blob! come in, blob!
report from bakersfield: "this is blob speaking!"
Bless me Father, for I have sinned...
Response from Chico: "Scared. Can't Talk."
Wow. So exactly (appr.) 17 years after the second earthquake, I was
eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's "half baked."
Blob, what were *you* doing, my darling?
Blob, I wanna put you on the patch or Nicorette, okay?
When we start being together most of the time, in person. :)
I just stood there, Blob.
P.S hja ha i just woke up at awful noise on tv (restricted)
How are You?
i'm just a DoT.
LuV,
joleene
don't be shy, my darling blobby.
pweeze my baby...tink uv me as mommy. don't be scared. and i promise i
won't go blabbing to everyone and hurt your feelings. :)
love,
rachel
hi
:)
arg!!!!! tink of me az 500 pounds, disgusting, and living in a dump!
Dear Mr. Dylan,
When I see you, I think I am going to feel like a retarded idiot.
Sincerely,
Jolene
why don't you organize the whole thing?
:)
(meybe?)
xoxox,
luvluvluv,
jolene
p.s. it's ok if you can't. :)
sorry, that poem is too dense for me. can't get into it, man. :-(
p.s. i think of my slaves as the smart beautiful white kids from phs
whom i admired, but was not friends with.
although of course ed was pds, but that's the connection, he dated ann
tev... from phs and i was devastated. (we were NOT friends. but i
don't look back on anybody with negativity, man. i hope nobody still
hates me. :( )
BLOB! i'm totally over ed! i'm over tal! i'm over everybody! except
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOB! WILL YOU MARRY ME? I'M NOT *KID*DING MAN!!!! I FUCKING WANT YOU
FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER BLOB DYLAN.
p.s. i'm listening to times, and i have to go to the post office
today, and to buy something cool for ME (to show off to you one day,
hee hee)
AND I'LL WRITE ABOUT THE NON-SENSITIVE STUFF.
AND I PROMISE EVENTUALLY (I HAVE *NO IDEA WHEN* MAYBE A MILLION
YEARS), BLOBBY WILL BE LIKE ME, AND HE'LL TRUST YOU AND LET ME TELL
YOU EVERYTHING (so you can be a part of our love story!!!)
p.s. he wrote in the email (i forgot to tell you)
GFY you cretin
****
hee hee hee
BLOBBY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING DEEP OR EVEN FUCKING *THINK*
ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU SAY IT. I DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
just
hi
:)
p.s. it's ok if you aren't wearing spectacles and reading calmly hard
books and working on chronicles and wearing spectacles. how can you
be intellectual at a time like THIS? i think you are reading about all
the PEOPLE in our world, and reading all my posts like a SPONGE, and
thinking about being my Snoopy! :-D I FUCKING LOVE YOU SWEET SENSITIVE
SHY BLOBBY!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE MY BABY AND I WANT TO BE YOUR MOMMY,
TOO!!!!! (if you want)
I look @ it this way.
Let's ALL be friends, and start having some fucking FUN!!!!!!!!
Love Always,
Jolene (the former Waychul Ben-Leafy)
I AM TRYING TO SEND MARC PICTURES, AND IT IS SO FUCKING STUPID I AM
GOING TO KILL IT IT WON'T SEND IT WON'T LOAD IT WON'T DO ANYTHING I AM
GOING TO KILL IT.
i am telling him my dreams.
and he is going to make them come true! :)
gates of eden 4/9 just started. omg, i'm typing.
can i be arrested for this?
oh, btw, mr. obama, i don't hate you. :-D
i love you, man! :-D (please chew nicortte gum!! it's tasty and fun!!!)
take some fucking laxatives, man.
i could try and tell myself, this is a reminder that you need to wait
for other people, rachel. there are other people out there and they
need to digest what you sent out first. you can't just keep going on
and on and on and on without stopping forever.
WOW, A POST IS LOST!!! I WAS AMELIORATING (?) THE SITUATION WITH THE
PRESIDENT!!
I wrote,:
I like you, Barry. I would have married you, man, but I ran away to go
see my best friend, Monica Lewinsky, and then I had a baby with my
precious sweet darling Ross.
(I changed it, edited it)
FUCK YOU GOOGLE!! WHERE ARE MY POSTS, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT??
In order to feed into this emotion, and neutralize it, I am listening
to Blonde on Blonde.
Sincerely,
Jolene the Queen of the Damned
YOU ARE BOTH G-DDAMNED FUCKING IDIOTS, AND I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL
FOREVER.
JOLENE
My goddamned girdle won't even stay up (it rolls down) anymore I'm so
fucking fat. My Levi's size 32 are TIGHT.
FUCK BOTH OF YOU.
FUCK DR. HULKOWER.
FUCK THE GODDAMNED ZYPREXA.
Alright, that's it. I swear to G-d, I'm not even going to eat, except
for the minimum protein. This is an EMERGENCY.
Only minimum protein, and after that BINGE AND PUKE.
THAT'S THE DAMN RULE.
FUCK YOU RACHEL BEN-LEVI.
That's right, Bob, you fucking idiot. You're gonna burn in Hell
forever if you send me another email and you don't do it exactly
right.
You could lose it all Bob.
Maybe if you come see me, when you go back, they won't let you back
into your Kingdom in Malibu.
Maybe it won't even be there, and nobody here will know who you are,
and in My world, there IS NO BOB DYLAN.
You're just this homeless ragamuffin who wondered in off the street.
All your plastic is useless.
Bob Dylan doesn't exist in My world, Blob.
What do you think of THAT?
Jolene
I'm BINGEING, man.
And then I'm going to THOW UP ON THE WORLD.
JOLENE, QUEEN OF VOMIT
You're probably telling Blob, "She's G-D, MAN. She's the fucking
MESSIAH. She's REAL, MAN." or something like that.
Who knows? I'm chowing down on crackers.
Pollyanna wanna cwakah?
i am, though.
i am yeshuah ha moshiach. lol
We're all zionists.
Bob, I have a penis.
It's big and hairy.
You don't mind, do you?
Don't worry. I'll chop it off if you don't like it.
(They have both kinds in there. The wording on package is misleading,
I think. It gives the impression that your container might have one or
the other, when it's half and half. I see why they don't want to say
it the other way, though. Because then it sounds like each cookie has
some of both.)
Things that make you go "hmmm...." - Triangle Heave
P.S. When I started this post, I was eating a raspberry one. :)
I'm probably going to burn in Hell for a 1000 years for saying that.
I am probably in fact the false Messiah, or the Anti-Christ, whatever
that is, other than Howerd Shtern, obviously.
Oh, btw, I wanted Johnny Depp, but once the muting stopped over the
voice, and I was sure it was you, I was SO HAPPY FOR YOU, Pig
Vomit! :)
You're awesome.
xoxoxox,
dumb ol' me
p.s. are you here...? :)
p.p.s. when i went out for grub, i was mad, and pretended no one knew
me, and who really knows, i don't.
Heave?
I thought I wrote Head.
I don't know if that was a typo or if "someone" changed it.
Jolene
Re: My claiming to be Jesus.
I'm REWRITING the movie!
So there! :-P
The Holocaust was YOUR IDEA, Blob.
You made up Adolph Hitler!
We just threw up. Bob likes listening to me vomit. Can he see it? I
dunno.
From now on, protein, a little vegetables including vitamin a, a
little olive oil to make a salad, and fish oil, and that's it, until I
am back down.
And bingeing and purging my brains out.
Jolene, Queen of Vomit (ahhh, I feel so much better!) (ha, i don't
look like no teddy bear NOW, mr. dylan! harvard)
I was fucking 132 before the hospital. :-(
xoxoxox
I want you to announce it by saying, "This song is for Jesus
Reincarnated!"
Blah blah blah I don't FEEL LIKE IT, BLAH-AHB!!!!
Fuck *me*, Blob.
Jolene :-(
P.S. Geena Davis is a fucking MENSA.
A MENSA.
A *MENSA.*
good-bye. :-(
Pleeeeeeeeze!!!!!!
I don' wanna go alone.
It's too *BOR*-ING. :-(
Love,
Rachel Golda Ben-Levi :-/
OK, I'm going. My shoes are already on (yes, I traipsed across the
carpet to write this post with my outdoor shoes on!)
OK, please, let's go, baruch ata adonai amen! shma yisrael, nyam miyoh
ho renghe kyo! lol