Andrew Nahem
@lowdudgeon.bsky.social
256 levels of dudgeon
The Manhattan of top hats, endless rounds of martinis, and lorgnettes ⌈⁰⁰
The Manhattan of top hats, endless rounds of martinis, and lorgnettes ⌈⁰⁰
Sometimes when I’m cold and alone, and night wind blows, I withdraw to darkest inner reaches of the Lowdudgeon residence and quietly twerk.
November 27, 2025 at 5:49 AM
Sometimes when I’m cold and alone, and night wind blows, I withdraw to darkest inner reaches of the Lowdudgeon residence and quietly twerk.
If there’s any organization that SHOULD NOT use Bisexual Lighting it’s the fucking Salvation Army. But this building is one of the remnants in New York of the great Art Deco dreams of the World of Tomorrow we were promised, and denied. Great towering skyscrapers in this style (more Gothic, though).
November 26, 2025 at 7:39 PM
If there’s any organization that SHOULD NOT use Bisexual Lighting it’s the fucking Salvation Army. But this building is one of the remnants in New York of the great Art Deco dreams of the World of Tomorrow we were promised, and denied. Great towering skyscrapers in this style (more Gothic, though).
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My 7 year old just reached for a piece of pizza fresh out of the oven and exclaimed, in the same tone as an adult swearing…
“English folklore, that’s hot!”
I choked laughing ENGLISH FOLKLORE AS A SWEAR? WHO ARE YOU?!?
“English folklore, that’s hot!”
I choked laughing ENGLISH FOLKLORE AS A SWEAR? WHO ARE YOU?!?
November 26, 2025 at 6:30 PM
My 7 year old just reached for a piece of pizza fresh out of the oven and exclaimed, in the same tone as an adult swearing…
“English folklore, that’s hot!”
I choked laughing ENGLISH FOLKLORE AS A SWEAR? WHO ARE YOU?!?
“English folklore, that’s hot!”
I choked laughing ENGLISH FOLKLORE AS A SWEAR? WHO ARE YOU?!?
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What’s everybody’s preferred proximity to the madding crowd? I usually like to be far from it.
November 26, 2025 at 1:23 AM
What’s everybody’s preferred proximity to the madding crowd? I usually like to be far from it.
Trying to choose the right Noise/Industrial music to drown out/go with the insanely loud drilling from the next apartment.
November 25, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Trying to choose the right Noise/Industrial music to drown out/go with the insanely loud drilling from the next apartment.
I Won’t Play The Sap For You, Charlie Brown
"You've got it all. But you're a dead man, Charlie Brown. A dead man."
“Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, Charlie Brown.”
November 25, 2025 at 4:08 AM
I Won’t Play The Sap For You, Charlie Brown
From Hell’s Heart I Stab At Thee, Charlie Brown
Say you will, say you won't, say you'll do what I don't, Charlie Brown
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake, Charlie Brown
November 24, 2025 at 6:21 PM
From Hell’s Heart I Stab At Thee, Charlie Brown
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“Sexy” is such a funny term to me. Sexish. Of, like, or pertaining to, sex. Sexesque. Redolent of the sex act. Sexlike.
November 22, 2025 at 5:19 PM
“Sexy” is such a funny term to me. Sexish. Of, like, or pertaining to, sex. Sexesque. Redolent of the sex act. Sexlike.
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In the dream I was trying to get seated at a café, but they told me I first had to be “scan-cuffed.” The waiter went off to retrieve the apparatus.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
November 23, 2025 at 4:19 PM
In the dream I was trying to get seated at a café, but they told me I first had to be “scan-cuffed.” The waiter went off to retrieve the apparatus.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
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'Oh, an arrow, sooo original.' You had to hand it to St Agnetha, she remained an eighteen carat bitch right to the very end.
November 24, 2025 at 11:08 AM
'Oh, an arrow, sooo original.' You had to hand it to St Agnetha, she remained an eighteen carat bitch right to the very end.
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Whenever I see the word "fine" on a sign, I can't help but read it with a sigh of exasperation. "Fine, jewelry for sale. Have it your way, asshole."
November 24, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Whenever I see the word "fine" on a sign, I can't help but read it with a sigh of exasperation. "Fine, jewelry for sale. Have it your way, asshole."
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In the dream I was trying to get seated at a café, but they told me I first had to be “scan-cuffed.” The waiter went off to retrieve the apparatus.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
November 23, 2025 at 4:19 PM
In the dream I was trying to get seated at a café, but they told me I first had to be “scan-cuffed.” The waiter went off to retrieve the apparatus.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
No doubt a feature of our dystopian future.
Drinking black coffee, black coffee, black coffee, stare at the wall
Black coffee, black coffee, black coffee, stare at the wall
Black coffee, drinking black coffee, drinking black coffee, stare at the...
Stab through my heart, stab through my heart, stab through my heart
But its all in my mind
Black coffee, black coffee, black coffee, stare at the wall
Black coffee, drinking black coffee, drinking black coffee, stare at the...
Stab through my heart, stab through my heart, stab through my heart
But its all in my mind
November 23, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Drinking black coffee, black coffee, black coffee, stare at the wall
Black coffee, black coffee, black coffee, stare at the wall
Black coffee, drinking black coffee, drinking black coffee, stare at the...
Stab through my heart, stab through my heart, stab through my heart
But its all in my mind
Black coffee, black coffee, black coffee, stare at the wall
Black coffee, drinking black coffee, drinking black coffee, stare at the...
Stab through my heart, stab through my heart, stab through my heart
But its all in my mind
“Sexy” is such a funny term to me. Sexish. Of, like, or pertaining to, sex. Sexesque. Redolent of the sex act. Sexlike.
November 22, 2025 at 5:19 PM
“Sexy” is such a funny term to me. Sexish. Of, like, or pertaining to, sex. Sexesque. Redolent of the sex act. Sexlike.
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i think i saw your man plummeting over the escarpment
August 25, 2024 at 5:31 AM
i think i saw your man plummeting over the escarpment
This color really brings out the murk in my eyes, don't you think?
November 21, 2025 at 5:23 PM
This color really brings out the murk in my eyes, don't you think?
brb just need to brood darkly for a minute.
November 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM
brb just need to brood darkly for a minute.
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really getting out of the sea at all was a huge mistake. having to transport our little rations of ocean inside ourselves forevermore, evolving spines and brains that need water to even run properly, leaking saltwater when we hurt, ridiculous. should have stayed squishy and in the sea. no bones
November 20, 2025 at 6:21 PM
really getting out of the sea at all was a huge mistake. having to transport our little rations of ocean inside ourselves forevermore, evolving spines and brains that need water to even run properly, leaking saltwater when we hurt, ridiculous. should have stayed squishy and in the sea. no bones
My new thing is only liking the 11th post in a thread, like I’ve done the real work, uncovered the true gem you only-the-original-post readers have thoughtlessly missed out on.
November 20, 2025 at 7:04 PM
My new thing is only liking the 11th post in a thread, like I’ve done the real work, uncovered the true gem you only-the-original-post readers have thoughtlessly missed out on.
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unsafe crackers
November 20, 2025 at 4:06 PM
unsafe crackers
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(commercial for thin gruel) go ahead have some. it's what you deserve
November 19, 2025 at 9:09 PM
(commercial for thin gruel) go ahead have some. it's what you deserve
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She strolled inta the joint. Under her coat, a dress that’d make an atheist confess. She glided up ta me on those clouds she called legs, with a question on the red satin pillows she called lips. She raised a bushy hedge she called an eyebrow and widened the slimy things of goo she called eyes
November 18, 2025 at 10:21 PM
She strolled inta the joint. Under her coat, a dress that’d make an atheist confess. She glided up ta me on those clouds she called legs, with a question on the red satin pillows she called lips. She raised a bushy hedge she called an eyebrow and widened the slimy things of goo she called eyes