He really, REALLY hates bisexuals but doesn't actually know what they are? I think what he's trying to hate on is polyamorous people but I don't even fucking know? He seems to have created this idea of 'bisexuals are sluts' out of the fact that his 'one true love' left him to become a porn star (or something like that) and he cannot fathom how someone could possibly leave his creepy ass because he's the 'whole package'. So all bisexuals are demons. And he just wants to hug a woman. But he is a huge sad angry misogynist so good luck lmao. He and CWC should hook up.
also, he changed his page header:
clivedavinci: WELCOME TO MY PAGE YOU FUCKASSES.. i know i’m hard to take in sometimes, i blow your minds just as i would yo panties na sayin? na, although you ladies in the world would feel like hysterepileptics as i put good pressure points around your ovaries, by thoughts of me, or by my large flesh missle you beg to taste and it grows larger than expected in you mouth, or inside you, as you’d convulse, still i’m just a lonely romantic guy, and my sexiness is reserved for only a girlfriend, if i ever find one, i can assure you one thing though ladies, i’d make your entire body feel like a clit, and i’d make you feel so happy and excited everyday, as lame as i am still you’d be so happy, i’d treat you so nice, i just have to find you first, we’d leave the bed and all our clothes in deploredness, i’m unlike anything you’ve ever had, i’m quiet, calm and strong and intelligent, and i’m a lover of lovers, i’m the last unicorn, the only faithful man, and the most incredible, my arms would always slither to find you prepensly, they’d be like pythons squeezing you tight, and knowing where the warmest nest is to hide, and what to protect, i hang out in coffeeshops doing nothing, and being alone, i just want someone to be alone with is all, and do things and feel and give love
Anon propositions him for love:
Bonus: he rambles to an anon about how bisexuals should be called 'rentables'Anonymous Asks:
find me on tinder lover boy
clivedavinci Said:
lol, what the fuck is that, a dating service n shit? i’d love to really i would, out of all the rare unicorns i’ve chased, and beautiful women in the world i never get to sample because i’m looking for love, i don’t know who this is, and it shouldn’t be that difficult for two people to find each other in life, if both of them feel the same way about each other, you wanna send me nudes n shit, go ahead, on my facebook where it’ll be private, try and talk me into having a fuckpal for the first time in my life, this celibacy is literally killing me, its pent up inside ya know, its an abhorrant pressure inside me, its a shame notta single girl in the world is fond of me, sure i can be macho and ask girls out, pretty ones with mesmerizing eyes n shit, but i’m not some d-bag, i’ll let a girl who’s truly into me to bark up my tree, anyone can approach me, i make that clear, but when it comes to the idea of me trying, that’s a defeated purpose, i can only be the salvationist to someone’s heart who wants it to be freed yet kept captive, so where you at ladies? wanna go, wanna date? oh well, time’s ticking away ya know, i mean how much greater of a dude can i become? whereas girls always sell their beautiful perfections short, i do miss my youth, but not reall, what was i really doing? i was in college, meeting all kinds of people, nobody like hung out with me n shit, i entertained everyone and they didn’t, i’m sure girls were hooking up with boys and professors n shit all the time, i was just innocent ya know, i liked girls but i came from another world, i never got to partake in them, date them, any of that, now everyone is having sex like there’s no tomorrow and all it takes is a little bullshit, proximity and formula, that’s it, ANY GIRL, there isn’t one that holds off her lonesomeness, girls like having thrills and joys of the pants n shit, they’re fucking weird, they search through the needles of dicks in their haystacks to find their one true prince, i’d never want girls like that man, its one thing girls wanting to be cool n shit and frequenting guys, that’s bad enough, but girls of today taste the rainbow man, there’s a girl who’s cool in my fb world i think is pretty, i’d take her out if she gave a shit, sometimes it seems like she does but then again i figure not, again, i’m not the bullshitting type that’s gonna proposition a girl to talk to me, if a girl liked me she’d talk to me, no message is a message ya know, i dunno, i’ll probably just live indoors my entire life, never see the beach again, never be around any other human beings other than males, whatever ya know, who cares, but then again, am i really missing out? girls don’t just come as themselves ya know, they come with their craziness you have to put up with, which i don’t mind, nor do i mind about a neediness, i love all that shit, i miss having a woman in my arms man, its all i reallly care about, but on most days i’m like ‘eh who gives a fuck’, and my comfort and bed is better suited to my needs, its no fuss, plus i can jackoff to porn, and what’s the tradeoff? lonesomeness? haaa, fuck that, i’ve had it most my life, no biggie, or what about being sick and someone isn’t there to take care of you? haa, i’ve had a girl who loved me and didn’t have determination in herself to bring me soups, sometimes sure, like a grand hellabazoo of it, like the bullshit of valentine’s day or something where an asshole striving for your pussy gets you roses or teddies or candies, like clockwork, like dad jeaned men at walmart all standing at the trough of the hallwmark card section of routine and normalcy, i mean, my ex was nurturing and caring and thoughtful back then sure, but little instances, like her dipping out to go to bars when you’re literally dying, etches a permenant memory on you ya know, all i know is i might be dying now for all i know, last night i swear my intestines were moving all the way up themselves, like they were fucking alive n shit, like the movie alien i swear to god man, gas or bloating doesn’t press out your skin does it? no i didn’t think so, and fever or headache isn’t a good sign either, which for some odd reason i’m feeling now again, just worse, a pain in the back of my neck n shit, immodium, bananas and water sure do suppress the pain, but i’ll probably end up dying from some kind of complication, and do i fucking care? no, i kinda accept it, please god if there is one, do it, just please make it not hurt, do it in my sleep or some shit because i’m a big baby with pain, although through life i hadn’t been, always being torn apart inside and out, i mean there’s just nothing to care about, i thought about my routine of the gym of seeing pretty girls ya know, or starbucks, or just going about my day, but why can’t i do without it? who cares, because i was measuring the things i still have yet to do in life, thinking about not having anything solid to leave to anyone, like my crazy mom, even though she’s nuts, whatever she could find in my life after my death she could use for her animals, but i don’t have shit, i haven’t accomplished anything, i think of film school and where it can catapult me to, i still think about my gunslinger trailer i wanna make, think about people i enjoy in my life, sure, but i really just want a person to hold, a girlfriend again, someone i can trust and be with, but it won’t happen, peopel care about stuff and things and ideas of things and ideas of stuff and ideas of people, people don’t actually care about people anymore and its a shame, because sometimes i suprise you, but i’ll probably trail off into the void, at least i won’t be hurt in living anymore, or what if i am? what even is an afterlife? fuck its scary as fuck, and these movements in my belly retrigger my thoughts about how fuckng stupid women are at wanting kids, i don’t want th em from my own prospectives about how the world isn’t a good place and we die in 80 years, and that’s basically evil to shit out a kid on purpose, that are just a decision from a moron that hasn’t seen any of life or the world yet, but i’m looking at it from a woman’s view, to feel these movings inside my gut? oh fuck its creepy, i wouldn’t wish it on my worst nightmare
Anonymous Asks:
You're so weird you act excessively sappy and loving but then you instantly switch to spiteful and mean when there is something you don't like. Also you'll nevwr get higher that stephen king or anyone. You're just another crappy writer that will fail. Also I'm shre 99% of your bio is utter bullshit. I can't wait to hear what cheesy insult you randomly made up you're gonna cal me. Something involving genitals and crude actions mashed into one word.
clivedavinci Said:
i just reblogged something that explains this, i am a sappy depressant and recluse, didn’t you know dark corners of a computer desk are the best places to masterbate in? its like tom thumb going into a corner with a pie or some shit like that fable and sticking the thumb up his butt or something, same shit yo, and ‘failing’ at writing has your interest doesn’t it? and i’m just laying down with gassy cramps, da fuq? are you bi? you’re taking it out of context, i even have gay fantasies, every human being does, what i dislike is flaunting things that stole from me, barwhores shouldn’t be a title someone calls themself right? well why would bisexual be a title you’d want hateful hicks to know about, that you’re so indecisive over dick or pussy? you know what, you’re right man, i cannot properly explain my personal experience of my ex girlfriend fucking anyone she wanted to what someone else is in life, that is ignorant of me, but me explaining how i’m wrong should show you some insight that its not an issue for me, although i bitch about it in some places, and in the past, you’re misconsruing what i’m trying to say, and i guess you’re right and i’m not smart enough to plant you in the shoes i’ve walked in life, you not being able to understand why i spout it should be equally as ignorant as me blasting the word out there, to which i know nothing about inside someone’s head or through their lives, something of which i never attacked, just attacking the sharing of love, you could say i’m an outspoken hater of hippis too, they didn’t call themselves bisexuals back then, and the vast majority of them were having gangbangs n shit, sharing isn’t peace and love to that extent, its just an excuse, good people were fighting the war with shouting love and some long haired hippi bitches piggybacked off the shit, two people should be in love right? i love everyone, is that called polysexual or some shit? wait, let me guess, is polysexual meaning ‘fuckng’ everyone? well that’s just stupid man, c’mon, i’m not saying there should be a word for me because i fuck rubber vaginas, or that transexuals is a bad term because they were changed from genders, i’m grumpy about the frivelous parts of ‘fucking’ and not ‘loving’ people who ‘love’ can break anyone’s heart they choose, they can enter as man swinger parties as they want as long as they change the title of it to something that people accept, its kinda like putting on a cop’s uniform and infiltrating a bank and having everyone hand you for their money for safety reasons when you’re really just robbing them blind, honestly, i think bisexual should be changed to the world rentables, seriously, people don’t know what they want which is understandable, but they’renting, now if frat boys fucking all kinds of college bitches had a title they branded themselves i’d tell them to call themselves rentables too, c’mon man think about it? this is good debate at least right? i love you whoever you are, even though you’re hating on someone you think is hating on you which he definately isn’t, there are bigger concerns in the world man, look at everyone toting those rebel flags, there are wackos out there, i’m a kindhearted guy that says dumb shit sometimes, that’s all, no big deal, you just have to accept people, and i’m sure if you met some hateful redneck, and hung out with the person for weeks or months, maybe just mabye the two of you could understand each other, but i honestly don’t think that’s the case in the world, t hese kinds of people literally have so much hate in them they’re ready to go to civil war and kill their own brothers n shit, its fucked up, i’m not your enemy man, p.s i am bigger than king, achieved it already, just not the fame, its all just what people know about or think, that’s all it is, my stories are just as scary and far more original, i’m not an assembly line horror writer i only write original cool shit, i just haven’t sold any books yet, and i don’t care because i write because i enjoy it, and p.s. again, sometime tomorrow maybe i’ll go and edit whatever it is you saw in my info line that upset you, geez, suck a penis or lick a puss why don’t you and take a chill pill honey
I don't know exactly what he's saying here but I think he's proud of his new pageviews?
clivedavinci: no, made in china buddy, sike, i’m gonna just watch movies now, you penises are boring me already, plus i don’t wanna do too much shit each day, i gotta literally screencapture and save all the brilliant panty-dropping things i say each day ya know, i had a little glimmer here, 20 thousand views of my page in a matter of days, jesus, imagine if i focused on making a tumblr that primarily stuck on topic, they say that’s how you do it, but i don’t give a fuck, i do shit my own way, i’d be online all day long if i had a secretary to save all this shit for me, it is literally the reason i don’t go ALL FUCKING DAY BABY, and no i don’t just mean on your little pussy with this big cock either, i’m a machine of the loins as well as the mind, but this glimmer was nice as short-lived as it’ll become, it reminds me all you gotta do is be yourself n shit, if there’s a world of scummy assholes out there that fuck each other in dungeons for my ex girlfriend, surely there’s like minded penises out there that can relate to andyp’s larger penis, like gaga’s monsters, i have penises, even if they’re girls, bam i’m trademarkin that shit now as we speak suhnn, sike, what is tumblr famous really? what could it be, since i’m not anyways? doors open up is all i know, opportunity, someone flying me to france wanting me to direct a music video, mused by frankie malloy pocket pooler, hellz yeah, the artists and innovators are out there, and i’m right fucking here and always have been, but the important thing people have to remember, whether people become haters or get jealous or just plain old disgusted about me, is you haven’t seen anything of my eccentricities yet, you honestly haven’t seen anything at all, but aside from how we all have great differing parts of ourselves in this world, if i was super boring, and didn’t feel like i managed up to much, as i’m laying here basically dying n shit, is that once all the dazzle of someone is stripped away, what’s left? more importan who’s left? do you think people like gaga are happy in life? with all that money? she might actually be because she’s always had a boyfriend or some shit, and she had family to love her, at the end of the day who’s left? who’s beside you? remember richie rich the animated series in the 90’s where he was all alone in hismansion with nobody to play with? concerning me, i’m alone in the opposite ways, because i don’t have all the money, because i do treat people nice, compared to literature reminding people that wealth is a developer of cruelness and meaness to the point people are all alone, hey if i’m alone because of my craziness okay, but look at the girl i was with 4yrs, she was spoiled rotten in a mansion of life, with respectful parents n shit, she used to be a good person, tattooy and scribed in trouble? sure, a bit, but it was how you meet someone that begins something you cannot stop, if i meet someone again oh well, if i succeed and direct studio films oh well, but guess what? if not who fucking gives a fuck, what i’m looking forward to is getting a new xbox in a new place and playing it all day long and getting a pet, being able to take showers as hot and as long as i want, bowls of ice cream, porn to fap to, venturings out into the world sometimes, and being nice, period, at the end of the day, stripped of all the glamour, being a nice genuine person is all that matters, and no, i’m not saying to ‘just’ say you’re that kind of person either, people can tell what kind of perosn you are if you’re just good, if you’re thoughtful, if you’re compassionate with animals, i’m a quiet shy person, but the times i’m out and about i’m always nice and endearing, i don’t judge, and i’m on the side of good always, obama, animals, the impoverished, the blacks, the chinese, the mexicans, the whites, i’m understanding of everyone, even the hate and the mixups it all causes, i get really fucking angry if i come into contact with an action by one of the worst people in the world, but then again, remember i was in a jail cell for a year of my life with everyone being those types of people, and i still qualmed them and myself, speech is great, sometimes its hard and you just let things play out, but what i’m saying is we all wanna be happy right? we just gotta shift the idea that fame or fortune would ever make us happy or fullfill our dreams, yachts and bitches and rolexes aren’t a reason to live your life, go for what you want, go for who you want, hey if you’re bisexual and just a horny person, go and fuck who you want just rubber it up, and keep it quiet if you’re gonna come anon me up the wazoo, because i don’t wanna here you’re bisexual, i don’t want you shouting it from a mountaintop is what i’m saying, its a title, its an indulgence, and i know you can see that, whether monogomy works for everyone or not, personally, to me, i could care less how you live your life as long as its not hurting anyone or anything, but if you’re on my page, talkin about bisexuals n shit, a closed off page, since i’m not yelling 'bisexual’ from a megaphone into a gay crowd, since i’m on my own prive universe with my own experiencess, you just gotta let up is all, you have to live through other people’s shoes, that way we can understand one another and adapt, change or get along, i’m misunderstood abotu the bisexual shit, i think we’re all a little gay, and i flaunt it in stupdity, not just because its how i’ve always been in gay overtones, but because it actually helps the cause man, but if you have a fantasy n shit, or you even fullfill one, why not keep it secret? i’m not talking about who you dated or who you’re currently dating, and i’m not even talking if you’re a pornstar and displaying it on your own fuckpage, what bothers me is i was in love once for a long period of time, and that person went and blasted that title all over the world, it made no sense, she told me in our relationship she had desires for her friends, or my friends, both genders, and she might even get a little horny sometimes and i’d fuck it right out of her reminding her who’s the best fuck and love of her life, but still, actually living out a selfish kind of life just saddens ME, personally, no big deal, i cry about it on my own page, i don’t throw out any hate i promise, what makes me cry about a title is its a sharing of partners, wheras i’d lost my best one, my only one, i’ve always seen the word bisexual as a selfish term of being a sleazeball, but hey, if there’s someone dating a girl, and can’t make up their mind if they love a boy, or vice versa, so be it, and hey, if she’s dicking both of them at the same time, being sleazy, so be it, its not my business,b ut don’t you see that titling that demeans the gay movement? it really does man, especially hatefull hicks, when gays had an upperhand and comparing love to the straight single life of bar frolicing
And finally, looks like he's bisexual? Is this why he hates them? (Be warned, this is horrifying)
"lonely neckbearded dudes actually get all the play, while i’m lonely, go figure"
Reading these makes me feel like Ed from Good Burger.
' and he went on an uncomfortably long tangent about how he was gonna shove his dick into that anonymous message :/
