Andy Patton/ Indiana/ Romantic/ Unicorn

Hey puddins, name's Andy Patton of Hammond, Indiana. I'm single, lonely, poor and most times can't afford ramen. its been 4yrs having not fucked a woman mainly scarred from heartbreak but also i seek love and not fingerbangs, i'm a novelist of over a dozen books (details in my publshed folder on my facebook .com/boathopper page, add me) I have 800+ short films,15 are pretty good, you'd have to type 'andyp's short films' to see some on multiple accounts, i'm always deleted, a rebel on youtube, i have a hellraiser script at hellraisernightshines.yolasite.com, another tumblr at clivedavinciromance , i had a script in hollywood bounced around called boathopper which is science fiction about a monster slamming into our oceans, but the serial killer described in it is identical and predates the 'dexter' book and show, and yes its copywritten just like the rest of my sampled work, stephen king even samples me, to see more about the dexter narrative and incredible journey your detections could take just youtube 'andyp's arduous travels of an unrenound serial killer'. my body is caked and dented in scars, lacerations and holes because i'm a good person, a strong person, doing good things in a horrible place.i'm was entering a finished 3rd horror feature into sundance but its incomplete, i made it by myself in a empty building when i was homeless, its under 'sundancers andyp's' on youtube, the 2nd part is the best, my 1st two features were generic slashers and don't count as serious, i'm finishing up another book, a fantasy novel i think will be bigger than harry potter...i WILL become larger than stephen king, and you wonder why i choose such a high totum to climb other than a smaller horror writer? well its because i've finished libraries of writing, novels and shorts, all the decades i've been alone and sad in a dark room as an introvert, what is dormant, and what is almost accomplished is more thatn king, almost, i need a few green miles and stand by me's first, and then i need a few other stories and books and i will have achieved more elaborate words than star wars or marvel combined, i just have to get them seen is all, tha'ts the hard/easy part......i hang out with my gay friends in portage, they're all i have in my life, my mexican bestie is leaving ot vegas, i don't have any other real friends, and no family left, i'm just all alone in the world, i drive a stupid car i spraypainted purple, i act like a retard because i want to filter through phony uptight people, i want a real cool, good girl, who doesn't fuck everyone like everyone in society does, i want a lover and rebel and fighter, not someone who's ordinary like my ex who breaks hearts and breaks herself off pieces of dick at any whim, i haven't kissed a girl in over 2 years. I'm not a sleazeball, i've only had 3serious long relationships, that means i've only had sex with 3 people, no additional fingerbangs or buttfuckings, maybe i kissed ten more girls, but that's it. I say heartfelt poems or perversion after almost every pic i reblog, so the history of my tumblr is quite a reading adventure. I'm a horror writer, here is a link to my newest collection of stories http://www.lulu.com/shop/andrew-patton/reflections-in-the-dark/paperback/product-20340079.html I'm an animal activist.gay rights activist, civil rights activist and women's rights activist, BUT I despise stupid groups of people like most feminists, most bisexuals, most of what p.e.t.a does, truth anti smoking commercials, etc, because these consist mainly of spoiled brats doing nothing, not being in any form of fight, just a lap of luxery, forcing their beliefs or ways of life on you even if they are the most insane selfish things imagineable, like i actually argue with people who do gangbangs and have swinger parties, could they honestly justify that disgusting shit to me, do it on your own time and leave me out of your sexcapades, i'm the most fucked up person alive, stranger by far of any human alive, i have an imaginative mind but i also have social skills, i know what its like being lonesome its why i hate when people just fuck tons of others, they spit at something i wish i had, they are gluttonous. My idols are Clive Barker, i made my art collection entirely out of scratch but i had him in mind to impress him, and i also made a book of short stories like his books of blood, i'm very similar to him, a huge fan, but it wasn't on purpose, its weird, its liked he fucked my mom in the 70's before he went gay or something, Stephen King, Kenny Hotz, Wayne Pacelle of the hspca, and others, even steve o and tom green. i'm the poorest person i know, yet i give my singles to bums, i'm selfless, i'm lazy, but when i have ambition like someone helping me, i'll create milestones. i make all my videos mostly in this loft at my moms house, i'm stuck here until my federal probation is up, not like i'll go anywhere else unless i get mental disability, i have no drive in life for average shit, i'm a creator, not an assembly line worker, i don't need the shit that money can buy, i'd never go to disneyland again even if someone bought me a package cause i think its extravagent and there are kids that will never see that place, i'd let them go in my place. i dislike snooty superficial people who act like they are better than you and are mean and bully and act like they're cool, when really they are fucking ignorant whiny brats in college or some shit trying to find their identities; they are jackoffs. so beware if you get offended by something i say, which is almost always a joke, cause i'll outdebate you and i'm VERY mean to bullies who get used to being tools in their normal lives with normal people, cause i'm not normal, i'm elite, cream of the crop, super large penis machoman, and i'm wittier, funnier and fucking the coolest fuck you'll ever know period, so bitches on their periods stand no chance either. My trolling book is blowing up, its sold 43 copies now, i've made it cheaper, black & white, so i'm making money now, DON'T USE CREATESPACE they are not creative friendly. you can find my large magazine type trolling book here.. http://www.lulu.com/shop/andrew-patton/trolling-101/paperback/product-20324152.html I've been raised by women without a father, i'm very feminine but strong, so don't turn me into an angry woman that will tell you off, but it takes alot to even get me mad, it just may seem i'm mad cause i'm pretty creative and outspoken, but really, i just laugh at your insults and bullying and i destroy anything you shit out with my verbal reckonings. I don't think i'm better than anyone, i'm kind to everyone, and that's what opens my mouth in the first place, is people attacking me or trying to bully me, it reminds me of how they could be doing it do someone else, like a gay kid, a black person, a woman, and it pisses me off. scene kids are the worst, almost like nazis cause they are a form of upper rich caste system that thinks they're better and they get snobby and uptight and its fucking annoying. I'm faithful,, sometimes romantic, sometimes funny genuine human. I dob not have anything in common with humans, I feel I'm more intelligent and its a burden being in a way, an ugly duckling. But I relate to morons too, because I am a stupid moron sometimes, I'm silly like that. next month i will have seen 10 psychiatrists in my life yet there's nothing even wrong with me.I'm the kind of person who would volunteer his head to a row of nazis so that others may live, i'm selfless. I'm also the kind of person who would be the ONLY one to stand up and risk not being hidden anymore, risk being killed by those nazis just to stand up to them. I'm a leader. I've led 100 of the world's worst maniacs in a jail cell for a year, I was on the back of a 7ft nigerian man preventing him from killing someone, I was a good person in a bad place, like jesus walking this shitty earth. Upon an apoclypse in 2012 i can lead the world to peace. i'm also the kind of person that is a fighter, i can be on my bloody knees before a dozen nazis and slice all their throats in moments before they know what's happening. I've only been with 3 girls, all long relationships and am still looking for my true soul mate on this planet, I've scavenged billions of galaxies looking and my search has ended here. You're here somewhere, I sense you. My ex got me put in jail to become a pornstar? She sent a threat to Kevin Spacey's website. The fuckers stole my movie 'The Thing' but made it shitty, read my synopsis or script at thethingfromanotherworld.webs.com. 2nd time feds kicked in my door, guns blazing, I told them my gf had shaved a penis in my chest hair, which she really did the night before, they looked and laughed and withdrew their guns out of our faces, I basically saved that crazy ex ponrstar, tattood bitch's life with my wittiness and her stupid art project she did on me when she was bored. Plus, having a lifesize darth maul figurine at the foot of my bed didn't really solidify to these saps I was a real serial murderer. I'm a handyman and can do just about anything, I'm currently building a movie set for my next silly video. I type 100 words a minute. I'm great with my mind, hands and dignity and I apply those things to women. I'm the most compassionate person alive or who has ever lived. I'm a registered rehabber wih the D.N.R. of Indiana. I"m incredible in all sports. I love spending time with someone I love watching movies and going out to eat, just waiting on that right girl. I have a bachelor's in English, and an associates from Minneapolis in Art instruction, but I'm happy with being a loser, being poor and having no future, I'm just trying to manage every day on this shitty planet, being a very lonely wise thing. I've been to California a dozen times in the last 2 years and not for vacation or my own accord (long story). I'm VERY down to earth and give great advice. If I could go to Chipotle daily I would, but I have no girl in my life, no significant other, no waddling penguin, no friend to hold my hand. i do like a girl alot, but i realize how fucked up i am, sometimes i don't even want to get out of bed, i'd need her to understand what its like to be lonesome and depressed, i really miss holding someone. we're all doomed to die, it sucks, i'm just trying to make my life as comfortable as possible with the little means i have, hopefully they'll put me on mental disability and i can continue my writing without having to work shit jobs to make ends meet, or save for a date with a girl and it never happens anyways go to a few of my sites myspace.com/andyp6 or Andy's Facebook link is below, its facebook.com/boathopper i have a new myspace account but rarely use it

clivedavinci: andyp’s short films - coupela little faggots. i made this in the morning. i don’t crush on anyone anymore. anyone could come have me

unclefather:

bunnyfood:

Chickens need hugs too.

Fuck chickens because one time i watched a chicken eat a hard boiled egg with the shell on it and that’s cannibalism 

clivedavinci: damn bitch you’re weird as fuck, having a niega come in for a kiss then doing some creepy ass robo shit, i hope there isn’t any girls out there in the world that’ve never tried because they simply saw i often times run foolishly head first into brick walls of other bitches bricked wall vaginas, vaginas mind you, that they’ll let ANYONE crawl up, but if you matter, or you try, you’re seen as graffiti n shit, all i kjnow is i need a muse, i really do, i don’t love anyone, i could fall in love with anyone, if i really like a girl i’ll expect her to talk to me and go on a series of dates and see where it goes, maybe we could fall in love? only time would tell, and i’m old enough and wise enough to the wicked world, and to the world of stupid fucking typical girls, to understand to got get too excited or expect too much, i mean i don’t lift a fucking finger anyways, i just spout romantic things here and there, nothing special, they’re from the heart, but in the world of paul blart, if you don’t have the right physique or stylish shoepumps or axe bodysprays, you definately won’t get any pussy, well wish the best of luck to all you fucking dumbasses in the world who let guys get your pussies, hope you enjoy those weasily dicks while they’re there, because the skip out on you, you’re not very important, you’re about as important as their dicks are to you, nothing at all, like how the fuck do geeks fuck pussy over me? because they have style, or bieber haircuts, like i’m a collegiate wrestling champion, i had my pick of women being an undefeated wrestler at purdue that short time, i didn’t fuck whores though man, i didn’t wanna fuck experimenting lesbians who liked the certain book they were reading more than anything, and their status more than anything, and i didn’t wanna fuck the whores who were flirty fucky with guys and threesomes and drinking n shit, like, someone hot, isn’t my type, at all man, i want a girl who won’t skip out of me, i’m like a whore later in life where she realized all men don’t care when there’s better younger pussy, and they’re just realizing maybe they should’ve stuck with the guy that really loved them, well i’m like that, but i’m not a whore, AND i’m a man, so i’m the rarest fucking thing there is, i’m not even that shy, i’lm just fed up with BULLSHIT from people, like will hillbillies blurt faggot shit at me or my car, sure? would they do it fface to face? FUCK NO, people talk a lot of shit online, people are so swayed by mass opinion its disgusting, nobody is different, everyone wants to do the same shit and post the same shit and tweet the same shit a million other retardes put, like i want someone who uses her mind, she’s kind and caring, her beauty within makes her beauty on the outside that much more exciting, i need a muse sometimes, but i’m honestly to the point that please don’t lure me in just to be my new muse, fuck that, i don’t want phony shit, i don’t want phony people in my life, i don’t want young stupid fucking girls that move their beliefs like a pollen spore by whatever wind that’s around, even if its a mouse’s fart, i want someone REAL, i take on all bullshit man, because i’m a shining light of honesty, pedophiles throw pedophile shit at me, whores throw their hatreds at me because they’re whores and everyone fucks them and i won’t, weak minded people throw their weakness at me, closet homosexuals throw their homophobia at me, silly girls that are too average to notice throw their angry love at me, like i can be a punching bag to people because i’m so strong, i’m unmoved, i don’t care, i want someone who is nice to me, someone who finds me attractive and thinks i’m hot, not just someone who checks out every guy n shit, i want someone i could love possibly someday, i don’t need a muse, i’m a fantastic writer and will flush out this next novel soon, with all its characters from its place, then move onto the next, i’m thinking i wanna do something original with zombies, not like my original zombie-type lost dog story i sent king and then he took juniors character and made him identical, then when i mention it in a tag he changes it for cbs differing from the book pissing his fans off, like all he needed to do is say something nice about that collection i did, to propel me ya know, or just shoot me a writing credit, or hell, just say hello even, i don’t expect shit, but the worst of people always comes out, even if someone is really good, if someone is a role model of yours, if someone you looked up to for so long, and loved, and cared about, and excited you to see them, still, all my role models have faded, i don’t really look up to anyone anymore, i’ve become my own hero, i’m so much better, and i’ll create a booming small economy some day, hopefully, all these failures i do and weave make me grow stronger, you need failures to understand what you’re great at, or what you need to change, darabont made a cheesy ass elm street movie and did shawkshank, green mile and walking dead and the mist without effort, carpenter made some cheesy ass space movie in his garage that was a borefest, then he made so many great flicks, shymalan’s movies? fuck, they were fucking generic as fuck, he had his friends helping, cameras, doctor parents, the works, tarantino? he’s just a vhs nerd who worked at a video store, his movies reference other movies, he takes literal scenes out, but refrences them to get away with it and churn them as his own, there’s nothing original, dude just wait, the next decade, something will happen, whether it be big or just small time, like a writing credit on the big screen, but i’m hoping to go so big the ozone can’t hold me

(via springtimeisforcorpses)

do-not-touch-my-food:

Brownie S’mores on a Stick

clivedavinci: there’s a really hot girl who just started going to the gym a month ago, who is always goes by the machines i do by the windows, and she follows me around, i don’t mind, look all you want sugaplums, wanna go out with a real man, and not some nerdy boy that isn’t gonna tell you all the things in flings just to get past your g-strings? or do you want someone that notices all the little details about you? she’s really pretty, don’t know how old she is, she’s always alone, i like that, i like girls who are lonely, and looking for love, talk to me sometime, we’ll go out babycakes, we can go get smores sandwiches, man, you now what’s fucking generic as fuck? girls that pretend like they like you, to lure in your comments and nice heartfelt things, and who trample you for popularity and status n shit, to fit into some fucking fad of a mean girls click or something, no clue why people or girls dow what they do, but i’m afraid of that shit, if someone liked you they’d talk to you,and its funny the few girls i’ve liked before, the unicorns, all claim i’m a stalker when i maybe sent a message once or twice spouting my feelings, yet all their ip addresses from dyer, schererville and merrillvile i can see on all my lists now, and they’re like OBSESSIVE, multiple times an hour n shit, people wanna live in denial, wanna live through others, wanna impress others, they’re so fucking superficial that they’re stupid, literally fucking stupid, don’t do anythinug hard in life or every try, would i’ve cared a girl or girls look and obsess over me? no, if someone likes me they like me, but to be called something that THEY are? stalking ME, seeing what I’LL say next, since they don’t have any balls to go for what they want in life, sheeeot, fuck that shit, i don’t bother with petty ass people man, go fuck 50yr old andy sperm nutsack face, go fuck garces because he’s your nationality and ‘buff’ n shit, dude i DO NOT fuck with girls who are curious about boys an dolder man, or want to fuck them or go on dates with them, i don’t fuck slutty women, and i don’t listen to people around me, i listen to myself, i know what i want in life,i just want a girl who’s different and not some tiny weak douchebag, weak not just in body, but mainly in mind, fuck that, i need someone booksmart, if one never comes along, who gives a shit, like that’s all it took man, what i just read, so i’m gone, t here’s nothing you can do to pull me back in, i will never look just because i’m better than everyone, i don’t need to be depicted as some needy or obsessive stalkerish type person, i can do much better anyways, thought there was something special, i don’t fuck around with boy-crazy girls or older sluts, i don’t fuck with girls who wanna be assholes or continue to be assholes, seeya, geek…andy, for now on man, let girls try for you, keep it in your head you fag, let them message you n shit, pretend you’re zac efron or some shit, like obviously the whores would try and talk to you right? hopefully the one that comes along won’t be a whore, will be a nice girl who’s always liked you or something, i dunno, whoever comes, comes, i’ll never lift a fucking finger ever again, just associate lifting fingers is for douchebags that will give them the shocker, that will easily give them shockers with their fingers as they lift a finger, its so fucking simple, let all you vermin mingle your dingles, i don’t fucking care, i’m fine by myself doing me, fuck you, niegas act like they all that n shit, niegas act like they’re a prize of the century n shit, well i hope yall niegas feel the way you need to feel, like shit, like sluts, lonely, when andyp’s words are gone, seeya

(via thegreensanitarium)

maged2166:

art of erotic ♥♥♥/maged2166

clivedavinci: dude i dunno, i’m giving up on all girls, what’s the point, i know i’ve said this before but i really mean it this time, out of all the shit i’ve accomplished in my life, sports n shit, like i dunno, i kinda grew out of that stupid shit, i conquered, it was for dummies, i’m smart now, i’m an adult now, i wanna find a smart chick, not an average ditzy girl in this world who wants to get the shocker in her by one guy after the next, i’m so much better than people, i just am, i’m a stud, i’m awesome, i’m a genius and i have a big dick and nobody fucking deserves it, nobody, everyone could go fuck themselves, people bore the fuck out of me

maged2166:

art of erotic ♥♥♥/maged2166

clivedavinci: dude i dunno, i’m giving up on all girls, what’s the point, i know i’ve said this before but i really mean it this time, out of all the shit i’ve accomplished in my life, sports n shit, like i dunno, i kinda grew out of that stupid shit, i conquered, it was for dummies, i’m smart now, i’m an adult now, i wanna find a smart chick, not an average ditzy girl in this world who wants to get the shocker in her by one guy after the next, i’m so much better than people, i just am, i’m a stud, i’m awesome, i’m a genius and i have a big dick and nobody fucking deserves it, nobody, everyone could go fuck themselves, people bore the fuck out of me

simp-licity:

fawun:

I’m done with this website

WHAT IS THIS HAHAHA


clivedavinci: babygurl why in the hell you b eatin such nasty shit yo? spinach pancakes, eww, eggs in your tuna, double ewww, you weirdo little boriqua you, man i fucking knew you were puerto rican i just knew it, i told you that you resemelbed michelle rodriquez, plus you’re super tough and badass like her n shit, god i want you to push me around if you’re upset, i want you to nudge me back against walls when you’re on your pms taking your angers and frustrations out on me, i can be your big old punching bag and i can always make you feel better, lets zoo it up friday? no? you’ll never talk to me man, its like the longest quest ever for you to achieve, its like winning mr olympia for you or something in your eyes, when really its just like opening the door to the gym, its really all that simple, i probably wouldn’t talk about our secret thing we have online, we could act completely clueless, unless you brought it up when we got more comfortable, we know so much about each other, think of all the bullshit questions we can throw at each other and stuff, why dn’t you drink v8, low sodium, its veggies, the equivalent of, its tricky though, make sure you drink it an hour before you leave the house in the mornings so it passes through you, when you don’t pee in the morning and you drink a lot of fluids, it’ll absorb into your inteestines and clean you out better, thinning you, and getting excess stuff out of you,  peeing will just make it take slightly llonger is all, put slices of tomato on everything, put darl green leafy veggies on sandwiches and stuff, even a tuna sandwich or burger, like make them shingled on there so high it lifts the bun, i wish i can grab and lift your buns, i wish i can spread your buns apart and lick between you, is that too icky sounding baby? well i do, god i wanna kiss your lips so bad, i wanna hug your tiny but solid frame in my arms, i’m gonna go get something to eat i guess, then relax some more because i’m sleepy, i wanna write SO BAD, but won’t until night time, i always get excited when i’m close to the end, or like now, the shit is happening, its like the same intrigue when watching a scary movie and it leaves you on the edge of the seat, as a writer i experience the same feeling, please jessup, if you’re into me, if you feel this is all so exciting that you odn’t want it to end how i talk to you, please don’t think that, i’ll always romanticize many things in a relationship with you, my tumblr would countine, maybe not as much since i’d have you and be giving you these described things first hand by touch, but i’d always surpise you and make you feel loved, you’re not my conquest, you’re just the one

simp-licity:

fawun:

I’m done with this website

WHAT IS THIS HAHAHA

clivedavinci: babygurl why in the hell you b eatin such nasty shit yo? spinach pancakes, eww, eggs in your tuna, double ewww, you weirdo little boriqua you, man i fucking knew you were puerto rican i just knew it, i told you that you resemelbed michelle rodriquez, plus you’re super tough and badass like her n shit, god i want you to push me around if you’re upset, i want you to nudge me back against walls when you’re on your pms taking your angers and frustrations out on me, i can be your big old punching bag and i can always make you feel better, lets zoo it up friday? no? you’ll never talk to me man, its like the longest quest ever for you to achieve, its like winning mr olympia for you or something in your eyes, when really its just like opening the door to the gym, its really all that simple, i probably wouldn’t talk about our secret thing we have online, we could act completely clueless, unless you brought it up when we got more comfortable, we know so much about each other, think of all the bullshit questions we can throw at each other and stuff, why dn’t you drink v8, low sodium, its veggies, the equivalent of, its tricky though, make sure you drink it an hour before you leave the house in the mornings so it passes through you, when you don’t pee in the morning and you drink a lot of fluids, it’ll absorb into your inteestines and clean you out better, thinning you, and getting excess stuff out of you, peeing will just make it take slightly llonger is all, put slices of tomato on everything, put darl green leafy veggies on sandwiches and stuff, even a tuna sandwich or burger, like make them shingled on there so high it lifts the bun, i wish i can grab and lift your buns, i wish i can spread your buns apart and lick between you, is that too icky sounding baby? well i do, god i wanna kiss your lips so bad, i wanna hug your tiny but solid frame in my arms, i’m gonna go get something to eat i guess, then relax some more because i’m sleepy, i wanna write SO BAD, but won’t until night time, i always get excited when i’m close to the end, or like now, the shit is happening, its like the same intrigue when watching a scary movie and it leaves you on the edge of the seat, as a writer i experience the same feeling, please jessup, if you’re into me, if you feel this is all so exciting that you odn’t want it to end how i talk to you, please don’t think that, i’ll always romanticize many things in a relationship with you, my tumblr would countine, maybe not as much since i’d have you and be giving you these described things first hand by touch, but i’d always surpise you and make you feel loved, you’re not my conquest, you’re just the one

(via manda)

clivedavinci: yeah but on a more serious level, all the boys are going to lure you so tempting, the pick up lines, approaches, formulaic doucheries, but honestly, i have so much confidence, i don’t use lines, you know that don’t you, you understand that don’t you, you see a depth nobody could ever go, i do spot the littlest things about my little baby, not just because i’m a writer, but because i’ve noticed her the first time i laid eyes on her, it was love at first sight, for here too i think, at least there’d been a magnificent spark for her, at least the lightening crawled, popped and fingered its way along the ground towards her, she had a heart of gold, she was pure iron, the tethering between us was connecting regardless if she walked away with other boys or other thoughts, and now what? now i’m always in her thoughts and she can’t get me out, there’s nobody like me and there’ll never be anyone anyone like me chasing her this way again, and its the same for me, she makes me happy, her interest, her attraction, more and more each day she grows confidence, we get used to each other, one of these days she’ll tell me something, in person, one of these days she’ll shoot the shit, ask me a question, put in her two cents on my form, it’ll be the best day ever, its so hard waiting for that day, so very hard, she’s my beauty, i wanna not just fingerbang the bitch, make her cum and be cute and cutesy and superty dupers, i wanna be with her, so bad, i need her,  i want her, she’s the one i’m supposed to be with, we’re supposed to be together, and one day love if we haven’t loved one another already, don’t you feel it, don’t you want to feel me baby?

clivedavinci: yeah but on a more serious level, all the boys are going to lure you so tempting, the pick up lines, approaches, formulaic doucheries, but honestly, i have so much confidence, i don’t use lines, you know that don’t you, you understand that don’t you, you see a depth nobody could ever go, i do spot the littlest things about my little baby, not just because i’m a writer, but because i’ve noticed her the first time i laid eyes on her, it was love at first sight, for here too i think, at least there’d been a magnificent spark for her, at least the lightening crawled, popped and fingered its way along the ground towards her, she had a heart of gold, she was pure iron, the tethering between us was connecting regardless if she walked away with other boys or other thoughts, and now what? now i’m always in her thoughts and she can’t get me out, there’s nobody like me and there’ll never be anyone anyone like me chasing her this way again, and its the same for me, she makes me happy, her interest, her attraction, more and more each day she grows confidence, we get used to each other, one of these days she’ll tell me something, in person, one of these days she’ll shoot the shit, ask me a question, put in her two cents on my form, it’ll be the best day ever, its so hard waiting for that day, so very hard, she’s my beauty, i wanna not just fingerbang the bitch, make her cum and be cute and cutesy and superty dupers, i wanna be with her, so bad, i need her, i want her, she’s the one i’m supposed to be with, we’re supposed to be together, and one day love if we haven’t loved one another already, don’t you feel it, don’t you want to feel me baby?

clivedavinci: my art, andy patton, the ones in black and white since you don’t get colors in prison, i did color the penis right above though to look fleshy, from rubbing the eraser on it for a long time, i hid most the blue lines with belts, i like the other artists stuff too, really good ideas, just so easy, i’m going to do a collection now on just coloring books, it’ll be incredible, when i get around to it that is…i could tell you what, if someone found my health and safety book from gavit that i wrote on every page, i’d give a million bucks for it man, the teacher even passed it to other teachers, students passed it around EVERY DAY, there was something new written into it, or drawn, there was tons of pics and i furthur elaborated, i made a glossary of the pages shit was on too, it was basically a masterpiece and it was mostly perverted shit, but the teachers didn’t give a shit, it was awesome, i think i was in 8th grade, fuck i gotta go to gavit sometime and see if they have a bin or something

clivedavinci: hi. what’r you doin up so early? are you hittin it today? go and eat your chocolates baby, i’d get you so many chocolates if you were my girl, boxes of em, do i stress you out? is that why you’re craving chocolate so bad? i’m sorry if i do, i’m sorry i’m difficult, but look how fuckin difficult you are man, i would’nt mind the slow pace it would take for one of us to break the ice, but fuck, for fuck’s sake, you give me no clear indication you like me, all i wanna do is stand barefoot with you on the beach one day, maybe even go at night, that seem cool, makeout on the beach all night, take a dip, have a little picnic, maybe have a flashlight and set it up under a large beach towel we can prop up in the center of other towels by digging a hole, and it can be like a little tent, it would glow in there for us, it could be romantic, we could feel the sea’s breeze, i would hear your breeze when you rip a protein fart, nobody would be around, go for it baby heehee, you don’t talk to me jess, t hat’s why i get dis-tress, are you stressed because you think you’ll loose me? let me tell you something, if you like me, if you show you like me, ther’es no fucking way any tide or mermaid could ever come and take me away from you, i promise, but you gotta try and quit being elusive because i don’t know what to make of any of this, can’t you see that? even with your own confusions, i’m not asking to steal your life away so that you can never look upon a boy ever again, if that’s what you want you can have that, but then again, so could i, i just ask to be in your life, in the small ways like all the other douches are, talking about fit shit, why can’t i be in your life in those ways? why can’t i have a tether? don’t be stressed out okay, i’m getting kinda tired, i wish i can stay online with you all day, but why i ask myself, there’s been a handful of times we did ain’t it, but most the times i’m always ticked off you don’t talk or give me signs, i want the sands between our feet to erode us closer together

(via 360degrees-of-separation)

clivedavinci: i gain more and more weight yet i seem slightly thinner, at least i think i do, i could be wrong, it could be my own view i guess, i dunno, i’m like 206, ther’es no way its all muscle, i think i’m just fat as fuck, i’m gonna sleep all fuckin day then go out in teh garage and work miracles, even if its all late n shit, then i’ll lay down some lanscaping fabric by the bushes i planted last summer and scatter these bags of rocks on them and make it look nice n shit

(via live-s1mply)

rangerkimmy:

pbbth

clivedavinci: i haven’t slept, been watching the show testees and fucking this rubber vagina, i gotta do so much yard work, clean up so much shit, in the garage too and in this apartment down here, fuck i need help yo, wish i had a girlfriend in my life to do shit with me, to get paint on our shirts and sweat and conversate and laugh nonstop, then make peanut butter jellies or go pick up subway alll messy then bring it back with us to eat, fuckin sucks, bitches can sucks my fucks man, wassssuuuup

(via hellabanter)

clivedavinci: this is that chick yo, that pocahontas/rican mami, touchin herself to john smith, the other white man mufuka that invaded her lands, who comes from another world, too bad that trick don’t want john holmes smith invading her lands, niegas wanna think about it, but never actually go get it, damn shame, keep yo ass out in the tropical lands fingerin yo pussay girl, i give up

(via hellasiknowit)

pizzaforpresident:

I want a hammock tent

clivedavinci: wish i could go someplace and do this,a planned long vacation, or put it in a backyard to retreat to sometimes with my baby, i don’t have anyone, i guess i still crush on a girl who i can’t stop thinking about, but the more and more she goes the other way, the easier it will be one day to move on without her i guess, sucks for me

(via missanndrist)

clivedavinci: i made this for us, someone i thought who liked me, a segmented spectrum of tiles depicting how we can begin and how we could continue, how we begin grey, coming from some cold and neutral places in our lives, and how we could warm when we’re near, staining each other from the burns from within us, we burn so hot that our outsides roast and crack pouring us out soft and lovey, pliable to each other’s hold, every time i’d hold you jessup you’d think my arms would be made of memory foam, you’d wanna sleep standing up sometimes as long as i vice you held, do you see we hold hands, the rebel, and the princess? do you see how we escape to places just to hold? do you see how the more we hold, the more mingle our bodies and thoughts and voice that the sunshine begins stitching itself in poles to us? do you see how i become so warm for you that you feel safe? you can just roll and tumble over under my branch during the heavy cold winds or the scary rumbling thunderstorms, never again will the hues of life be polarized, they’ll all become such a vibrant color to us, to our eyes, don’t you see? can’t you see life would be so much richer by holding each other? its hard to pretend to not notice you, you stayed extra late in your sweaty clothes at the gym waiting up for me, i’m sorry i took so long, you got your glance i guess, you got your whiff of my berry smells i guess, as i went in the locker room, as i heard you fags laughing aloud when i went in, you silly girls, i hope i’m not just a joke to you, i don’t mind being a joke, as long as its a majority of intrigue and heart thuds, why’d you stay so long for me huh? you were there over an hour my little baby, did you want to remind me that you’re still there, to slap sense into my griping all the time, to enunciate a slap into my mind saying ‘i’m right here andy, i think i love you already, i care about you so much, please don’t give up on me, we don’t have much longer to wait, and i’m trying so hard’, who knows if that’s what you’re trying to tell me in so little ways, you were so dainty, i saw your pretty face but looked away, noticed your cool sports bra, you must’ve had a hard workout, i liked hearing you get lost in talking to your girlfriend, you seem like such a good girl, you just wanna talk to someone about stuff, and be a girl, you wanna be loved and chased by someone that matters, i’m here jess, my turquoise girl, i don’t care if this tumblr love story is ever seen, i don’t mind some of the people you know may become enveloped in our lame little romantic quest, all i care about is the end result, winning you, fighting to keep you smiling and happy every day after, i walk by cool don’t i? god’s honest truth, i get more and more comfortable around you, especially when you tweet things directly to me, but my heart races so much when i’m near, surely me caring so much about you in these romantic ways don’t turn you off as much as me just talking game or flirting like other guys would, these little squares remind me of a movie callled ‘pleasantville’ with paul walker, william macy, reese witherspoon, and tobey macquire, netflix it if they have it, its a black and white story that becomes colorized, its poetic, as is this blog, i don’t know how much longer you’re going to go without acknowledging me or talking to me, i don’t know why you’re defensive talking about all the guys on your fb you’ve never spoken to that added you, yet i liked you for so long, talked to you nicely and you just blocked and cursed me, i don’t know why, when i walked by today i wanted so bad to just roll you up in my arms, i wished i was cool with you, like a friend, who talks to me online all the time like she does all the other guys and boys, i wish i one day got to know you so good i can just go and hug you, it just seems like you’re so alone, you’re looking to attach to something in life, to someone who understands and wants to spend time with you and be nice to you, i wish i could be your best friend, i’d talk to you all the time, i’d hold you all the time, if you ever wanted to be loved jessica, if you don’t want all the regular stuff that everyone has, all the flings and blings, dingalings and pussy rings, then i could be there for you, i’d wait, i’ve been impatient battling your shyness and lameness, but i’ve been upset because it seems like i’m battling so much more than that, i’m fighting my own dellusions that you like me even, i guess i just get jealous and angry, i see so many people get to talk to you about absolute bullshit, any little info or fact about what you’re into, yet, i’ve seen you for so long, i go to the same place, i do the same things as you, and yet i’m shunned and not good enough, i ask the universe and the gods of love every night, why i can’t be her friend? why i can’t someday be her lover? why someday we can’t be soulmates? i want someday for our colors to solidify, i want someday for the peeps outside to chirp subdiapsonal as we part between them in our walks, our auras pushing them in flight to bellow out their little spiderweb balls for lungs, i can’t be everything you ever wanted in a man, or a boy, but i could be everything you’ve ever hoped to want in having love, i can give you the certainty of love, of it actually existing where all people just go through life realizing it doesn’t exist, if you want a long journey of having a best friend and true love, maybe we can get that shit off n poppin’ gurl, i’m sorry i think about you every day, i cannot help it, i know you enjoy it, i just wish you showed it more, i don’t wanna look at any other girls besides you, i want you to be my baby, i want you to be enveloped into my arms and my life, my nephew is having some huge party here, the 26th, 60 people or some shit, i’m sure i’ll know people, surely i’ll say hi and briefly palaver, but i’ll be walking through the mists of the chatter, and i’ll be alone, i wish i could invite you, i wish i could help you pick through all the food and pick out the best proteins, and even coax you into eating some good fatty or sweet things, encouraging you that you can just burn it off with those muscular buns, hell, just seeing that bright smile of yours- N PERSON, for the FIRST TIME ever, and not just in a picture, after these years we’ve seen each other, and spoke but once, and have been back and forth like lovers bickering although we aren’t even in a relationship- could burn so many calories away, just with the brightness of that smile, i wish i could see you everyday, i’m sorry i’m not a workout fiend like you and i’m a pudgy bastard, but if you were my girl and that’s what you wanted to do, i’d go every damn day if you wanted me to, hell, i’d just want to,just to be near my baby, you look forward to seeing me huh? you’re there all the time, but make arrangements to come near me on the rare appeances i’m there huh? why thanks baby that makes me feel like an uber muscle celeb like lee haney or lou ferrigno or some shit, you’re the little bodybuilder though, i wanna feel all your muscles all day long, i wanna feel you when you’re bloated and cuddle with you all day long when there’s lumps of meat in your belly pushing it out,i wanna lay behind you on our sides and just feel your potbelly if you get one like most people after eating, i wanna smell your hair and hope you won’t shower so i can just smell your natural oils and stinkiness, where are you though? i didn’t get a good look today, its past 6am, i can’t sleep, because i already fucking miss you