dre
Location: New York
Occupation: spin doctor
Interests: 30% yield
- Social Stats
- Regular ol' human
- Thing Stats
- Total Things Swarmed: 36
- Things Approved: 5
- Approval Success Rating: .13
- Rejection Bitterness Rating: .86
- Total Comments: 103
- Rad Stats
- Recent Rads: 0
- Total Rads: 0
- Last 10 Things Swarmed
- .: Wrong place, wrong time.
- .: East is good
- .: That's plumb loco
- .: Caution bumps as lanes are changed
- .: Kachinas for sale
- .: Killed a man, that's all. He was mean to me.
- .: clear thread of saliva floats from her lips into the wind
- .: Serious Cowboy Breakfast
- .: Buckeye Psychiatric Hospital
- .: sudden liquid rush of cataclysmic metal
- Last 10 Comments
- .: vasudeva: I want to+
- .: Wow. You need to+
- .: Seems to me I+
- .: (ahem) can anybody+
- .: I really like this.+
- .: Linkswarm: It's only+
- .: Looks like an+
- .: In point of fact,+
- .: Seems alot of your+
- .: Uh, yeah. It's life.+
Got a phone call tonight while I was peeing. My wife, telling me she was in a car crash. Some punk-meep meepes rammed her, ran her off the road in a snowstorm on her way home from work.
I was living with this goth chick I met at Crazy Bob's Computer Shack. She was a test case, right down to her pierced meep.
Maggie May. That's what she called herself. I never did know if it was her real name. I think she got it from that old Beatles song, the snippet at the end of "Let It Be."
WASHINGTON-It's almost time to reset clocks, not by an hour or a minute, but by a second. Before the clock strikes midnight Thursday in Greenwich, England (7 p.m. EST) the world will receive an extra moment-a leap second of time. Astronomers say the addition is needed to keep the world's clocks in sync with the rotation of the Earth.
She could sing.
dre's journal: conditioned reflex
"Effective human-response conditioning is crucial to our goal."
It happened in a bar in Bangkok. I was smacked out of my mind on cheap, brown-tinged heroin, snorted through a 1000-baht note from a Vietnam-war era U.S. Govt.-issue stainless steel signal mirror. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of rancid fish sauce. The floor was dirt, and the other patrons in the bar did their best to ignore my nodding out by the antique juke box. Their lilting, sing-song conversations rolled out in a singular rhythm, and just when I would feel myself start to drift off, one of the red-toothed, betel-nut-chewing meeps would clap his hands and drag my sodden brain back to reality.
dre's journal: it's all poison now
He smiled at me, a kind of leer, and his hand snaked up my stocking, groping for the heat between my legs.
dre's journal: rosemary potatoes
I was grocery-shopping today when I came across pre-made Rosemary potatoes at Wegmans, $4.95 for a little plastic box that might feed three as a side dish (I have a family of five).
dre's journal: leaving phoenix
He walks, sound of boots on pavement. Around a bend, a bright, shimmery light. The stars out, moon high in the sky. Hot red-light glaze warms the cool paleness of the cold night sky.
An Open Letter To The Man Who Raped My Wife
A jolting tale of incest, rape, and the strength to heal
Say Hello To Your Extreme Pornstar Champion
The votes are in and Stoya wins.
Mark Felt, Watergate's `Deep Throat,' dies at 95.
Like the Ten Commandments, only for Cowboys.
McMurdo Station in Antarctica. It's like The Thing without Kurt Russell, shapeshifting aliens and with more booze.
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