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
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clivedavinci: …i need a girlfriend, and no, not a girl who likes the typical guys with the lines and agendas, that’r obvious at taking from them in this take-take society, i want to give to someone, i want to give all my hearts to her, as the bubble out my pores from the wand blower of my big heart, i’d make her my full time job, i’d work at her and work for my baby and make her hearts pistons work no matter how rusty they’ve gotten and you know i could do the ignore method and just not give chase anymore to any girl i like, since its in the nature of a girl to just want attention, to just want fans, but just not to actually WANT to ever meet her fans, but fuck all that shit, fuck chasing someone specific and fuck doing clever little ignoring shit to make them want you because they’re products of their own stereotype, fuck that shit, i’m not a product of my male genome am i? i’m unlike anyone else, i’ll grab a real girlfriend somewhere in the world when i sell some books man, i don’t fucking need a girlfriend anyways, they take up all your time, they drive you nuts and all while being silly flirty with a dozen other faggots on their cellphone, i’m too jealous of a person, i just need to find a girl who wants to go have fun and on dates, like tonight or tomorrow which i don’t ever get to do, and then kiss and then fuck and then maybe fall in love, that’s what i want, something fucking simple but in no way ordinary, i want someone specific to my making and i’m not even being that choosey, just someone i’m attracted to that isn’t a typical fucking assembly line product, who’ll go out of her way to talk to me, who’ll like me, who’ll give me a shot and try to win her, fuck trying to love, fuck dating and fucking girls, i’m just going to stay alone, fuck everyone, i have endless porn to jackoff to and endless imaginariums floating in my mind i could expose to the world someday, fuck ALL YALL BITCHEZ, and this shit is real son, because i’m always fucking alone, girls galavant around town with dweebs of the centuries, and i’m not bitter, i’m not self loathing here, i don’t hate myself at all, i’m fucking AWESOME, but i hate ALL OF YOU, all your girls, i don’t hate women, i just hate all you women for not being smart enough to see how great i am or at giving me a shot, or having any fight within you, fuck that, i don’t want someone whose genetic makeup is dictated by the exact duplication of the girl to either side of her, like i want someone who’s different, who does thinks different, and tries things different, and i’m not talking aboutg penises either, or new boys and new guys in bars, trying andyp is entirely different, talking to him and shooting the shit, so lick my nuts, i have better shit to do

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clivedavinci: like the song in my player i just put by culture kulture, the war is over, i feel like i got past a year of struggle in my mind and weakness, i leapt to her and told her i liked her, its a huge burden to take on my shoulders when more than likely she never could like me back, and i’d have to see her and hide my eyes away even more now, and probably have other eyes staring and judging me now, it was worth it, even if she don’t want me and least she knows, at least i’d tried, she was too great to’ve been silent for, i just wish i had a baby to come home to, to go see, to think about when i’m away from her, just being away from her and her not even being in my life makes it feel like i’m in nam in a tent being rained on, and i’m writing in a little journal and i wanna sent my note thousands of miles away so she gets it, its what it feels like writing on this tumblr, even though we’re probably only 8 or so miles apart, sleeping in our seperate beds, doing our seperate things, me eating fattening foods, her eating healthy, still the virtual reality of all this makes it feels like she’s worlds away, one day i want the girl of my dreams to be everything i’ve ever wanted, i’m going to just love her right up, i won’t be able to get enough of her, and one day, maybe we’d still be together, we’d fight and fix our way through things and more mini battles, i’d bat boys away, or hoped she wouldn’t like them as much, and she’d definately bat away the other girls, the girls that are trying to take her space, she’d use a corked steel bat too, not a whiffle, and if we’re still together when we’ve had a great loving romance together, i hope one of us doesn’t die before the other, when we age, or when life comes and takes things from us, i hope i can have her for as many days as she’d let me, to sit beside me, one day i can look over at her knitting a quilt in her armchair or something, or blending some fancy exotic and healthy fruit smoothie in the kitchen, i’d make her eggs and bran pancakes every morning and a big glass of o.j. and i’d have her beside me, everyday would be an adventure, i’d make her laugh and feel loved every fucking day, i know what love is, i had it, i know what love isn’t, i had it, i just want a shot to try it again, with someone spectacular is all, maybe she’ll be my little soldier, a real one, unlike the creepy nazi invader deserter i had

clivedavinci: like the song in my player i just put by culture kulture, the war is over, i feel like i got past a year of struggle in my mind and weakness, i leapt to her and told her i liked her, its a huge burden to take on my shoulders when more than likely she never could like me back, and i’d have to see her and hide my eyes away even more now, and probably have other eyes staring and judging me now, it was worth it, even if she don’t want me and least she knows, at least i’d tried, she was too great to’ve been silent for, i just wish i had a baby to come home to, to go see, to think about when i’m away from her, just being away from her and her not even being in my life makes it feel like i’m in nam in a tent being rained on, and i’m writing in a little journal and i wanna sent my note thousands of miles away so she gets it, its what it feels like writing on this tumblr, even though we’re probably only 8 or so miles apart, sleeping in our seperate beds, doing our seperate things, me eating fattening foods, her eating healthy, still the virtual reality of all this makes it feels like she’s worlds away, one day i want the girl of my dreams to be everything i’ve ever wanted, i’m going to just love her right up, i won’t be able to get enough of her, and one day, maybe we’d still be together, we’d fight and fix our way through things and more mini battles, i’d bat boys away, or hoped she wouldn’t like them as much, and she’d definately bat away the other girls, the girls that are trying to take her space, she’d use a corked steel bat too, not a whiffle, and if we’re still together when we’ve had a great loving romance together, i hope one of us doesn’t die before the other, when we age, or when life comes and takes things from us, i hope i can have her for as many days as she’d let me, to sit beside me, one day i can look over at her knitting a quilt in her armchair or something, or blending some fancy exotic and healthy fruit smoothie in the kitchen, i’d make her eggs and bran pancakes every morning and a big glass of o.j. and i’d have her beside me, everyday would be an adventure, i’d make her laugh and feel loved every fucking day, i know what love is, i had it, i know what love isn’t, i had it, i just want a shot to try it again, with someone spectacular is all, maybe she’ll be my little soldier, a real one, unlike the creepy nazi invader deserter i had

brunetteb0mbshell-x0:

I got chills.

clivedavinci: things have happend like this to me several times. hearing a voice and suddenly being able to prevent something happening or being put in the right place at the right time for a reason. something exists, i don’t know if its a god (which we can cuss out and argue his managment skills), and i don’t know if its an alien or angels (which would be free of blame cleaning up a god’s fuck ups). obviously other dimensions exist within ours, its been proven, we jsut can see the infinite amount of universes along side ours, we’re too premature in physics to ever understand. but obviously things slip in and out, maybe there’s a ghost of a loved one stuck, or on another plane, maybe one of those planes is heaven, or maybe out of all the unknown science we have yet to understand about stuff like that, still, maybe there’s something bigger yet, like a being who loves us and is powerful, and a place we go like heaven, maybe it is so much more mindblowing than just the typical alternate realites that exist also along side us, an infinite amount, where i can choose to become an asshole and betray someone i love for sex and money, where that lifestyle is walking into darkness and evil, or the lifestyle i chose where i didn’t do that where i am right now, lonely, but proud to be the person i am, you see, evil, greed, those things get you all the fucking perks in life, whereas being nice to everyone, never betraying my friends and not banging everyone for sex, gets me a lonely miserable guy, the humble and meek do win i guess, cuase it makes them stronger, but still, it sucks and i guess i can say i’m wasting my life not kissing a girl in two years or fucking any, but you know what, what about the person who had threesomes and assfuckings all that time, at the end of the day, didn’t they waste their life as well, AND with foolish regretful memories? i don’t have such things stuck and clanging in my head, so i’m better off, i guess good always does triumph evil. feeling alive is overrated you know. i was told by the closest thing to me in my life, that ‘she felt alive’ for the stuff she loved doing. well i’m sure mchammer felt that way too with all the phony people and money at his side, then he ended up with nothing. money, fame, sex, all that shit are introduced softwares, they are tests to see how strong you can be, and every human fails obviously but some a hell of alot more than others. universes exist, life on other planets exist, some kind of higher intelligence exists. can we see them? no. they aren’t just probable by science or fact, but sometimes they’re felt in your bones, and i know this, not just cause i’ve come across a mothman, or sent a premonition, or visited by angels multiple times, cause many of you have experienced at least one thing like this, and if not you will before your 30, trust me, and you won’t know it, you’ll think about it, cause something was strange, and it’ll take time for you to put the pieces together, like passing one of your old friends in a crowd, but you don’t notice until it registers in your brain how that person is familiar and by the time you turn to look as they pass they are gone. and if you’re lucky enough to come across a mothman (primarily cause it saved your life) or if you’re not aware of it, someone who is more attuned, doesn’t have a cell phone to their ear constantly, has alot of good karma and uses his mind for thinking instead of sexual leg spreading, may see it and not you, but they exist, whatever they are, time slows, time is manipulated, its like men in black snapping that memory erase thingie at you, but more dark, alot more secret, only the bright and observant could ever see, and it would have to be at a precise moment of their error, or their own race against time to prevent or aid something where they make mistakes. the main reason i know something exists in this world, is cause i’m like a father in a way, i’ve created soemthing magical, and the people i show it to, may not want to have it, they may not want to keep it even though i’ve given it so long to them, but i assure you, its my energy, i created it from nothing, its powerful, it lasts FOREVER, and that energy is love, the thing that’s invisible you can’t see, that nobody cares if it exists anyways, well i believe it exists, i just wish there was a human that had a mind of her own, the mind of a good person, a smart person, a person who knows how special it is for someone else to love them.

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clivedavinci: when i get a girlfriend and she is grumpy and faces the other way on the bed laying on her side, i want to do the same thing so my butt with meet her butt, it will be like a kissing of the butts, and maybe i’ll wiggle my butt back a little and squash butts together, so our butts will be warm and kissing and she’ll still know i love her even though she’s grumpy on her pms hormonal adventures

clivedavinci: i’ve named my penis chris brown, cause it’ll beat the fuck out of your pussy, and you’ll always keep coming back for more

so i got some fucking message from tumblr about copyrights, that if i don’t own rights or some shit i can’t be part of their site? yeah yeah, i’ll click on whatever bullshit you want me to go along with tumblr, but please don’t be fucking retarded like facebook, youtube and the rest of the world, so far its been fun. this shit is about sharing, and you can’t even SHARE pictures you reallly want because assholes have everything with their name on it, even fucking gifs you can’t reblog, fucking stupid! don’t ruin this relationship please, we’re going strong baby, and we’re about to do the freak nasty. isn’t like EVERYTHING which your site consists of copywritten? its just a silly warning is all