Dylan Brock

      This is me on my old street, in the center of New York.

      "I am a novelist. It's not about you. It's not about me. It's about the lie. The best lies are those where people have to..."

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      • Lydia
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      • when i was 16 and dylan was hanging out with my sister i drunkenly told him he was pretentious and would he please play some carousel music on his piano instead. luckily, instead of hating me forever, he has continued to grace my many internet personalities with his wit and charm. ahh, dylan. you can grade my poetry any time you want.
      • Kristin A
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      • who approached with a letter not to me, but for me to read on that round-about personal level. the smoker, the madman (with some taste), finding a goal in keeping it real (although i don't think he'd use such words). hosting the cold, hosting the girl dancing on the icy window ledge, hosting his own history, stealing the moon for his own, returning it more palatable for the rest of us, his veins coursed with wood grain from a Graceland auction. hello operator: this could take a couple different directions.
      • Juliette
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      • Like a soft kiss given underneath thick blankets, Dylan is obviously sweet, yet you never know exactly what is happening, as his energy changes every 12 minutes. His music is like a bull, tapdancing through a china shop, amusing and aweing everyone with the unexpected grace of it all. His presence is life-altering, so if you're a pussy and can't take the carpet being grabbed from out underneath you, afraid that the fall may rip a seam in your perfect little tweed capri pants, I'd stay at home....unless you're ready to change your prudish ways.
      • Randy Hunglow
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      • I've come to understand this endless
        fierce, fucking disgusting depth of sick
        and cock-dangling depravity quite well.
        Exploring the recesses of your dark
        mind Dylan, what do you see? Do you
        see ex-fiancees? Do you see camp
        councelors in showers, heated water
        dripping from their smooth, pink, soccer-
        instructing forms like saliva from a
        seizing hobo, causing the whole bus to
        stare, heroes whipping out cellphones
        like so many gleaming blades of killer
        samurais? Or do so see my massive
        fucking cock rearing like a fucking fire-
        maned Arabian colt, unleashed,
        unreigned, bridle in a smoking heap on a
        bale of blackened hay, spewing hot lava,
        wiping out Tyrannosaurs like Romans in
        a scathing mud slide? Is that what you
        see Dylan? Huh? Is that what you see?
        Well, it's what I see, and I hope my cock
        takes up as much room in all heads as it
        does in my silken, brown trousers. Dylan
        shoots lasers from his eyes and fire from
        a diesel johnson. A king among men,
        the world cries out "D" in abje
      • Catya
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      • If you're reading this, dylan is way cooler
        than you.
        THERE, I said it.
      • Catya
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      • Dylan is my new buddy. Yes, folks he's
        smart. But it's not really the brains that
        fascinate me with Mr. Brock Hudson
        James whatever long ass pretentious
        name that he has to make him sound
        like he belongs on a yacht...its his
        neurosis and his perpetual quest for
        great art *wink wink* I wish I could say
        something horrid or fabulous about the
        kid, but all I can come up with is that
        Dylan is just a-okay in my book
      • Jason
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      • Dylan Brock, the dean of Owen House
        repartee and coffeehouse vocals...your
        lyrics made me more aware of the
        beauty of neuroses, and helped me to
        embrace my own. Dylan, the next time
        I'm in Brooklyn, I hope to see you in
        top form at a local dive (maybe
        Galapagos?). I wish you all the best
        in the City of Writers. Maybe we can
        work out an exchange program whereby
        you send me an erudite, dark-haired
        New Yorker in return for a clueless,
        flaxen Angeleno.
      • Kristin A
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      • yeah, i know dylan. the man will only
        date...himself. sorry, ladies.
      • Stacy
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      • (by request of dylan, I try to reach
        his unreachable perfect testimonial,
        which unknown to him doesn't really
        exist anywhere in nature) it's true
        dylan's interests are mainly himself,
        but isn't that true for us all, except
        when you fall deeply in love, and then
        you are a sucker, which maybe dylan
        has been sometimes, but I think his
        one true love is out there still,
        someone he can write loads of songs
        about...and maybe a novel or two...
        but first the world. god speed dylan.




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