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: that cross eyed bitch came to the gym, she ain’t really cross eyed, she’s hot as fuck, and she’s tall as fuck so that shit is sexy, i just make shit up about people if they’re all perfect n shit and there’s no good material to say about them, one of her pics kinda looked cross eyed so i went with it, the bitch has a nice big juicy ass too, i’d slide my big ass russian commie cock up in her, but she’s typical and she obviously gets dicked by geeks like every other bitch in the world, she still ain’t off the hook for jumping on the hate on andy bandwagon… i don’t know why i worked out, i guess i just needed to take a shower really, god it felt so fucking good man, i have no change of clothes, my sweaty clothes i’m wearing right now i’m gonna wear to the lawyer in the morning, he better give me something, some kind of paperwork so that i can get into the house for good, just in case i’m gonna go to the fucking courthouse too,i guess i’ll start my community service wednesday at 8 am at wicker park, my buddy/boss told me i’m gonna be moving into a 3 bedroom apartment in the harbor since i’m homeless, so we’ll see, he lent me 330 for my car n shit, i worked for 4 hours today to begin paying it off, he still gives me gas money, like half my pay n shit, you’d be amazed at the amount of drywall i completed today and how much i painted, i kinda ruined my space invaders shirt and these boxing shorts richie gave me though, it sucks being lonesome man, ther’es a girl here at starbucks reading with her back to me, she looks hot i think, she’s reading, this older couple is here that i always see if must be there daughter n shit, man that’s the kinda girl i want, a girl who’s smart ya know, the e.c libarary has the coldest fukcing water i’ve ever had man, dude i gotta shit so bad i guess i’ll go to mcdonalds or find somewhere, nobody cares about me as usual man, its cool, when i get on my feet i can only get better man, i don’t need anyone in my fucking life at all

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clivedavinci: i’m out in e.c, at the library, i walked to this panderia and restaurant to eat, they didn’t have internet so i came here, i have to be carted around n shit, so i guess this’ll be the spot if i need dropped off in the future, they have fast webs here, dude, about you, the girl, the fag, the penis, bounce on outta here man, you’re so fucking gay, like i don’t know why i get excited about you, or ever have, we’re both silent, well i’m not online, but still, its so gay, what are we even doing, what is the fucking point? there is none, so step off, it’ll probably be another fucking week before i get my car, a nother week without seeing you anyways, think of how many tropical boys of your own geneology who’re out there that you get to kiss n shit, what the fuck am i even jealous about? you being millions of miles away won’t feel any fuckng different ya know, its how it is now right? i don’t even know who you are, and you dupe me so easily into your world, its cool though man, i just passed probably the hottest chick i’ve ever seen who smiled at me n shit on the streets of compton n shit, there’s actually a lot of girls out there, and i’m working out here on buildings n shit, so whatever, maybe i’ll date one of them, maybe i’ll take one out to a restaurant, again, i’m not some sappy guy where you’re the only girl in my world, you’re just another, but i liked you so much, it was like you were the only girl in the world, not becuase i cannot get another, but because i chose you ya faggot, but go keep being a faggot andpretending i don’t exist or pretending yo uweren’t even talking to me, whatever, buzz off fly don’t botha me

clivedavinci: my life sucks more and more, going to chat with a lawyer today, my boss is picking me up, i must smell pretty bad even though i sink-showered, i haven’t showered since i biked and left fuel fitness on thursday, i don’t have any clothes, i couldn’t really take any of my heavier shit when i got kicked out because i didn’t have my car, i gotta stress to lube works that i REALLY fucking need my car asap, god i hope he don’t charge a lot, i hope he remembers how my truck’s sound system got stolen on his lot because he didn’t set the alarm, it was a 1500 dollar system i was so pissed, he called the cops, i could’ve put it on his insurance but he was scared because his premiums would go up, so i’d forgone doing that, i’m a nice guy ya know, i probably could’ve gotten 1500 bucks but i didn’t because i didn’t wanna put strain on his premiums, i’m sure he remembers, but everyone is hurting nowadays, i hope he realizes i’m homeless n shit wh en i tell him what’s been happening this weekend, so he hurries with my little piece of shit, man i hope he don’t charge me alot, hey extremely attractive girl i see, like why can’t you EVER fucking be direct? like i wrote a book about you man, a love story and exciting horror adventure, surely you didn’t even read it or give a fuck, and i hadn’t looked for a week at your shit, but i dunno, i’m moving on obviously, but i really do miss you, like how hard would it be to say you liked me if you did, god i regret looking, i wish i would’ve quit thinking about you permenantly, i mean i don’t have to write that book anymore so it should be easy right? but its like i’m torturing myself, why oh why did i have to see your pretty face again, why oh why did i have to see you so sexy and trim, i don’t deserve that kind of torture, especially from someone who’s mean to me, to the guy that comes into charter everyday to flirt with me can i have your number? are you serious? right after i put shit about wanting to give a girl my number you put that huh? like what dude are you speaking? i never flirt with you, not directly, i just wonder what scummy d-bag you find attractive is all, its kinda funny actually, i wished so bad you were speaking about me ya know, but you don’t give a fuck about me, nobody does, it would mean a lot to finally get to talk to you, hell anyone, at a time like this man, but i’m almost positive you’re a d-bag yourself, why is everything with girls entrapments? like how did it feel jessica? if you’re indeed talking about me, like how did it feel that i went away, i’m not acting though, i really did, you really hurt my feelings you faggot, so imagine how you feel, but times that by a million since everything you do is for cruel and secretive and distant reasons, you leave me hanging and toy with me n shit, like i’m sick of it, and its a shame that women are so easily motivated when you fucking ignore them or you fucking abandon them, like that’s so retarded, why can’t you just tell me how you feel? dick? do i hide shit i say? why the fuck would i care? don’t even try to make it seem like i’m this grumpy guy n shit who took something you guys said to the heart and twisted it as if it were mean, because that is what happend and you know it, i’m the type of guy to shrug it off, even now, IF you’re EVER fucking real with me, if you ever talked to me, which yoiu don’t, so blow it out of your vagina you pipsqueak, sersiously, i’m sick of these games with you, i don’t deserve it, and if these are your real feelings i’m seeing slip out of you, then you don’t deserve it either, you don’t deserve to be doing this to yourself by pushing me away until the day i’m finally all the way gone, is that what you want? its a shame the both of us have to make these pleading sobs to each other when the other doesn’t watch and doesn’t say anything, tell me jess, my ride is here, i thought about you these days, you used to be the only bright thing in my life, i wish we could be real with each other, talk on the phone and laugh n shit, i wish you wer emy friend, i wished you asked me directly for my number i can’t just put it online, i’ll see ya i guess, i’ll look to see what you say but i wish i could just look in an inbox somewhere and see that you built up some balls inside you since you have all that testosterone anyways, grow some nuts, be careful out there in that weirdo country n shit, keep an eye on the boat that takes you snorklling, open water 1 and 2 movies were real life accounts, and it happens often, have fun okay, please talk to me, give me something to come home to, well, something to come to mcdonalds to, see ya

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clivedavinci: all this clever manuevering happens when they know i don’t have stamps yet or a car, fucking people, man i wish i had a girl in my life, just a friend even, to drop me off a package of lunch meat or something, something so simple would mean so much, just conversation would mean so much, i’m not gonna seek to gain approval from people, either someone likes me or they don’t ya know, there are plenty of girls on this earth, i probably won’t want any of them either, i don’t want someone to want me at my highest, i want someone to want me at my lowest, when i need someone, when i need a ride to get my car, or have a meal or blanket dropped off to me, i have a few singles left i just didn’t wanna blow it on food, i guess i’ll go to this save a lot and see what i can get, i have a phone interview wed for my stamps and it’ll take out like 15 minutes on my phone, but still, i wish i could give a girl my number so we can waste the rest, just tell her my shitty life right now, to be soothed i guess, just to get it off my chest, to tell the real story what’s happening, things i can’t say online n shit

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clivedavinci: i cannot wait to be stable again, have a place, take a shower, take a shit, have a place to keep my yogurt to eat before going to the gym, then just coming home to my cat and writing some stories and books, that’s all i wanna do in life, i don’t mind working sometimes, its awesome my boss caters to that, he lets me work 4 hours a pop whenever i want, sometimes i’ll work longer, these homeless days i spent all day working for him, having not even slept, i wanna get to a point hopefully next week where i have my car and i begin my community service and have somewhere to rest my head, i need to borrow money from someone to pay for my car, and also to file some paperwork, my sister and mother are fucking disgusting human beings man, greed takes over the weakest fucking minds man

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clivedavinci: andy, what if the suffering of your summer, and actually all summers since, will lead you to the happiest beginnings of your life?.. what if

clivedavinci: andy, what if the suffering of your summer, and actually all summers since, will lead you to the happiest beginnings of your life?.. what if

clivedavinci:  that girl i used to like didn’t realize that during the storms when her parents were yelling for her to go downstairs with them as she stayed glued to the computer shouting no and laughing to herself, it it was a form of panic, it was a real part of her, something suppressed, but you cannot really suppress love, you can cheat it, you can go out with other boys, you can look to others that you think you find attractive, but in the end your heart tells you what you truly want, that panic was based off of what they did to a guy who was really nice and had the genuine hots for a girl, but instead he was the butt of a joke, i’m kinda sick of always trying to defend other people who are always so mean to me, like why do i stick up for people giving them the benefit of the doubt that thinks are just in good humor when they’re anything but? the facts state the obvious, fact of the matter is they pushed me away for good to the point they don’t even exist to me, no girls do, i’m here in my life, sure struggling, but here, i’ve had good moments, had date money, and i’m always available to be talked to and nobody has ever tried, its so fucking lame it makes me reason with my oddity and reclusiveness about my character, that girl in the struggle with her innerself and those storms that hit us was the last time i’ve looked at her page, she was in a panic looking to see what i’d say next, and i didn’t say anything at all just put up a long video about how i felt, which i was full of anger and disgust, still kinda am, but you move on in life right? i don’t need anybody who doesn’t need me, i don’t need to love somebody who doesn’t love me back, when someone laughs giddy to themselves, its a form of coping with sadness, little kids do it really late when they should be sleeping but they stay up, sometimes they even get upset, but mostly its slap happiness when they get older than toddlers, giddyness and obsessive unrestrained involuntary laughing is a form of coping with sadness, i dub it sadness madness, i just saw phillip seymour hoffman do it in the movie love liza where people in his office are laughing aboutu stupid simple ordinary daily life shit and he laughs and can’t stop laughing, and i did it all the last few nights trying to sleep exhausted and cannot since i don’t have a bed or home to rest my head in anymore, and its all mixed with insomnia, i laughed at everything, because all you can do is laugh, laugh off the sadness when so many tears come for you and leak down your cheeks, it has to be interupted somehow, a give and a take, light and darkness, the sadness needs offset and canceled out, although that girl is having a blast with the people at her job at making fun of me cruelly, and not in jest, still, her subconcious is worrying for her, whether she thinks she doesn’t care or not, she does, she just doesn’t know it and the sadness madness of her laughing all night angering her mom when tornadoes are looming and slamming the region was a way of coping, she had felt in a way that she hopes a tornado ‘would’ come and swoop her away, she felt horrible and felt unloved by the only guy that may’ve ever cared, a guy she couldn’t get because of the world she lives in and the fakeness of it, but she cared, i assure you, no matter how clever she tries to play it, she cared, because a madness comes over someone when the person who cared about you so much leaves and is finally gone, the rains in your mind are falling and pouring and they’re streaming internally whether you express them or not, i’m not gonna ramble on the shit, its an old topic, i have to try and correct myself in person in public in general on how i gaze and daydream because i always forget that the world is fucking stupid and mean, all i know is there’ll be a girl someday, like in love liza who tells the chubby guy, the guy saddened because of heartbreak, that she’s attracted to him, man that would be nice someday ya know, when you least expect it, from a pretty girl, a friend n shit, what a good ass movie, it was the only one on my cpu besides ali g now i have nothing to watch, sleeping on a park bench sucks man, it gets cold outside, i have to find other ways to get by even though the people in my life are assholes, i haven’t showered in 3 days, just bought toothpaste though so i finally brushed my teeth, i just wish i can skip all the struggle and go straight to a place in my future, if it exists, where i get to cuddle with my baby during the rainstorms, where i can hold her and feel her breathing on the insides, wher ei can calm her, as the streams outside skate down the windows, i wanna be there, and not on the outisde feeling the rains up close and personally

clivedavinci: that girl i used to like didn’t realize that during the storms when her parents were yelling for her to go downstairs with them as she stayed glued to the computer shouting no and laughing to herself, it it was a form of panic, it was a real part of her, something suppressed, but you cannot really suppress love, you can cheat it, you can go out with other boys, you can look to others that you think you find attractive, but in the end your heart tells you what you truly want, that panic was based off of what they did to a guy who was really nice and had the genuine hots for a girl, but instead he was the butt of a joke, i’m kinda sick of always trying to defend other people who are always so mean to me, like why do i stick up for people giving them the benefit of the doubt that thinks are just in good humor when they’re anything but? the facts state the obvious, fact of the matter is they pushed me away for good to the point they don’t even exist to me, no girls do, i’m here in my life, sure struggling, but here, i’ve had good moments, had date money, and i’m always available to be talked to and nobody has ever tried, its so fucking lame it makes me reason with my oddity and reclusiveness about my character, that girl in the struggle with her innerself and those storms that hit us was the last time i’ve looked at her page, she was in a panic looking to see what i’d say next, and i didn’t say anything at all just put up a long video about how i felt, which i was full of anger and disgust, still kinda am, but you move on in life right? i don’t need anybody who doesn’t need me, i don’t need to love somebody who doesn’t love me back, when someone laughs giddy to themselves, its a form of coping with sadness, little kids do it really late when they should be sleeping but they stay up, sometimes they even get upset, but mostly its slap happiness when they get older than toddlers, giddyness and obsessive unrestrained involuntary laughing is a form of coping with sadness, i dub it sadness madness, i just saw phillip seymour hoffman do it in the movie love liza where people in his office are laughing aboutu stupid simple ordinary daily life shit and he laughs and can’t stop laughing, and i did it all the last few nights trying to sleep exhausted and cannot since i don’t have a bed or home to rest my head in anymore, and its all mixed with insomnia, i laughed at everything, because all you can do is laugh, laugh off the sadness when so many tears come for you and leak down your cheeks, it has to be interupted somehow, a give and a take, light and darkness, the sadness needs offset and canceled out, although that girl is having a blast with the people at her job at making fun of me cruelly, and not in jest, still, her subconcious is worrying for her, whether she thinks she doesn’t care or not, she does, she just doesn’t know it and the sadness madness of her laughing all night angering her mom when tornadoes are looming and slamming the region was a way of coping, she had felt in a way that she hopes a tornado ‘would’ come and swoop her away, she felt horrible and felt unloved by the only guy that may’ve ever cared, a guy she couldn’t get because of the world she lives in and the fakeness of it, but she cared, i assure you, no matter how clever she tries to play it, she cared, because a madness comes over someone when the person who cared about you so much leaves and is finally gone, the rains in your mind are falling and pouring and they’re streaming internally whether you express them or not, i’m not gonna ramble on the shit, its an old topic, i have to try and correct myself in person in public in general on how i gaze and daydream because i always forget that the world is fucking stupid and mean, all i know is there’ll be a girl someday, like in love liza who tells the chubby guy, the guy saddened because of heartbreak, that she’s attracted to him, man that would be nice someday ya know, when you least expect it, from a pretty girl, a friend n shit, what a good ass movie, it was the only one on my cpu besides ali g now i have nothing to watch, sleeping on a park bench sucks man, it gets cold outside, i have to find other ways to get by even though the people in my life are assholes, i haven’t showered in 3 days, just bought toothpaste though so i finally brushed my teeth, i just wish i can skip all the struggle and go straight to a place in my future, if it exists, where i get to cuddle with my baby during the rainstorms, where i can hold her and feel her breathing on the insides, wher ei can calm her, as the streams outside skate down the windows, i wanna be there, and not on the outisde feeling the rains up close and personally

clivedavinci: now is when i need someone, not just at the best of times where everything is going for me ya know. i just  hope one day i find someone i can trust in my life, someone who doesn’t have issues that surpasses the fact that they sell their souls to achieve an insane agenda, i’m gonna get a little place of my own someday, just a little place where the two of us can forge our loves, a quiet little place for the both of us, and i don’t wanna meet someone when everything is going good for me, and i don’t wanna meet her when the world is going the best for her either, the kindest sweetest, best natured people are the ones that are easily beaten by others, and those others are the most wicked, i have nothing in this world„ but i still have everything, and i’ll perservere, because there’s no point to my life if i cannot find this again, true honest friendship, tumbles in the sheets with someone you don’t wanna live your life without

clivedavinci: now is when i need someone, not just at the best of times where everything is going for me ya know. i just hope one day i find someone i can trust in my life, someone who doesn’t have issues that surpasses the fact that they sell their souls to achieve an insane agenda, i’m gonna get a little place of my own someday, just a little place where the two of us can forge our loves, a quiet little place for the both of us, and i don’t wanna meet someone when everything is going good for me, and i don’t wanna meet her when the world is going the best for her either, the kindest sweetest, best natured people are the ones that are easily beaten by others, and those others are the most wicked, i have nothing in this world„ but i still have everything, and i’ll perservere, because there’s no point to my life if i cannot find this again, true honest friendship, tumbles in the sheets with someone you don’t wanna live your life without

bunnyfood:

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clivedavinci: for like 6 solid months after i heard ‘i don’t like’ i did nothing but chief keef statuses and tagged like every celebrity in my shit, and i’m so sure blake anderson used my joke n shit, what a fag, this new season of workaholics is the best yet, its funny as fuck, just like you bitches that don’t want andyp in your lives…or your vaginas

clivedavinci: i’ve been listening to this band encono, and all their songs are fucking awesome n shit..why there’s a hello kitty teddy bear dancing n shit is beyond me, but that’s industrial lyfe niega

pleatedjeans:

Seal with a data-logger on it’s head. [x]

"LOOK! LOOK! I’M A NARWAL!"

clivedavinci: i’m so worn out man, which of my stalkers, one i actually like, drives a car? i’m at windsor man, you got a chance to talk to me and bullshit on the way to my house, i have a small kids bike i need to put in your trunk, don’t be gay, come here and pick me up dick, i know you’re watching this fucking shit

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clivedavinci: its..ALL…i fukcin’ want man, ya know? just make sure my baby is always warm when it gets chilly, look out for my baby, when she falls asleep in my arms on a couch or something and i get up, i’d put a blanket on my baby to make sure she’s always comforted in warmth when my arms can’t do it for her, but more than likely i always want my arms to be there for her, so who wants to be loved? i figured, nobody….. someone please give me a ride home man, i’m exhausted as shit, its gonna be 400 bucks for a new fuel pump man, fuckin sucks, i didn’t even have money to keep gas in my tank, its not like i could’ve detoured this shit anyways

clivedavinci: its..ALL…i fukcin’ want man, ya know? just make sure my baby is always warm when it gets chilly, look out for my baby, when she falls asleep in my arms on a couch or something and i get up, i’d put a blanket on my baby to make sure she’s always comforted in warmth when my arms can’t do it for her, but more than likely i always want my arms to be there for her, so who wants to be loved? i figured, nobody….. someone please give me a ride home man, i’m exhausted as shit, its gonna be 400 bucks for a new fuel pump man, fuckin sucks, i didn’t even have money to keep gas in my tank, its not like i could’ve detoured this shit anyways

clivedavinci: damn i get to go to chicago fest’s beer garden this weekend, i better make sure i don’t miss the gym today, even tomorrow, i’ll ride my bike from wicker park to gators, my shit ends at 2, push some heavy chest niega, god gator’s weights are gay too, they have these big heads on the ends of the weights you can’t balance the heavy weight on your legs n shit,k i had to change up my entire workout on the fly when i went, and the fucking place is like a maze n shit too, there’s all these closed little areas and rooms instead of open spaces, god so gay, i can’t wait till i get my car and i can resume my normal workout at charter

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