Rock on, Bob.
Maybe I should get a job.
i'm smoking again
It's just cause I'm with a friend
I'll never be good enough to have your son
I should give it up, I've already won
I touched your buns, I kissed your cheeks
Man this poem is really weak
Everybody hates me, oh this is true
Because I am a terrible, terrible, terrible Jew.
I am a bad person, I don't take care
I'm even getting gray in my hair
G-d is taking it all away
It's because of my words, because of my play
Because I am an ignorant bitch
I make fun of others, I'm as pointless as a witch
I bleed and bleed, one day I will go dry
And I'll have no kids to pass me by
Nothing to leave behind on this earth
Except an explanation for the dearth ...

THE TWO BIGGEST MISTAKES I HAVE MADE ON THE INTERNET:

1. SHOOTING STAR, JUNE 9th, 1990 (It was a fantasy, I was on speed, I
was being cocky, I thought because I was on speed, that it happened, I
made it up, well, it was a fantasy)

2. REMEMBERING SEEING WHAT ABOUT BOB? AFTER I MET BOB DYLAN, '94, AND
THINKING, VERY FUNNY, BUT THE MOVIE CAME OUT IN 1991 according to
computer right now, my recollection just now was 92, but I went to
check. (HUGE MYSTERY, was it at a second run theater or something? I
DON'T KNOW)

THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

*******************************

TREMBLING WILBURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i named him afterwards, i used to think it was a sex thing)

Trembling Wilbury

1. We are the World (just really awkward, "weak" hair, and terrible
sound)
2. CHICAGO NEWSPAPER, lucky wilbury (skinny, yellow, alive on the
paper, nervous, shaky, light hair)
3. Handle With Care (like...

Bob Dylan is a mighty chameleon
It's not about his songs
What does he really look like?
I want to fellate his master shlong
For whom am I writing this dirty poetry?
Am I being blind, is there something I can not see?
Am I acting like a woman, with dignity and pride?
Or am I just jumping on Bob Dylan, for solitude and a ride?
No, a woman carries shame, that's what the Kabbalists said
They told me I should kill myself, they want to see me dead
Somebody said that it was just a Stupid Test
I guess I passed with flying colors, I'm as lame as all the rest
How can I get back to Bob Dylan, do I need other people, too?
I just don't wanna do it, goddamnit, I need him to come through
I want him to call me on the phone, I want him to come back
Just what is it I am missing, just what is it I lack?
They said I own the company, and to work my way up from the mailroom
And writing nonsense on the Internet, is like flying on a witch's
broom
It's utterly pointless, he's not my dog whose gone astray ...

PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE, MASTER DYLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Come pick me up and take me with you.

I don't care.

I'll travel around the world with you and live on your bus.

PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I JUST WANNA BE WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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