Good News

andy pink, live from cali, where the heat burns and the models soil, it's sad —

good news: i have figured out a way to copy and paste the fact sheet into a word file which, with editing of the entries, will make it possible to apply vellum (a type of paper) and then ready with cover to print with amazon. there is questionable material in the fact sheet — with a whopping 180 entries, each about a page — but that won't be a problem for amazon, as they are happy to print sex to their site, it makes money. i couldn't translate the images from the website into the word doc, which is fine, people can masturbate to their own selective porn, on their own. i think this is a good one; the okcupid profile and book were hits, and this one is in the same genre.

sad news: rich has decided to stalkishly peruse the site (the fact sheet entries; and again; nothing has changed on the site since our pause) anonymously, i think, as it would be difficult not to read text about yourself on a web page. he lurks, and hopefully jerks off to the images. i can't imagine why he is pausing or breaking on this, as he has had 2 years to ponder me, and he's interested, i'm a fantastic writer and engaging teacher, and he would be lucky to own my hole. if he wants to remain anonymous on the analytics, that's fine, send your msg, i realize i was a bit effusive in my love (crush) for him, but that's me, that's my style, i'm a troubor (look it up), and so this is my style.

the disney world* trip would be sap free, and i would expect the same from him: one fuck, one date, or at least a text: ashamed/scared, i am taller, intimdating, and sophisticated. i am taller (it's not hard compared to his diminutive height) and i suppose i am intimidating (i got that from students at both berklee and emerson, which meant they liked me), but i am definitely not sophisticated, i promise, as i haven't left the country except for canada. i know nothing about ordinary things except theory, and while i have insight on boys, i am lost in examining myself. pathetic news: rich hardcore stalked me but is unwilling to meet, i will lose the 10 lbs for you, i am now at 166, which is awesome, and perhaps you want to wait until i lose the fat and then let me fuck you silly. i'll never have washboard, but i might develop the occasional slim patch on my belly.

i wanted to write a bit about kids: i hate kids. this is so mostly because they don't know anything, they're basically dumb (if creative), and it's hard to see children as a bit psychotic in their ignorance and annoyingness. i would never have kids, or adopt kids, and i really resent that they are on the street, near me. i also don't like kids because they hijack the present for the sake of the future. i don't care what happens in the future — what kids endure — i am firmly lodged in the present, and want to enhance and enrich the present — even at the cost of the future. as valerie solanas, who shot andy warhol, wrote in the "scum manifesto": "why should another generation come after us?" this is a good question. i don't really care about climate change (honestly), as it's a problem for children, and not for adults. we don't need children, most people don't like to be near them or engage with them, and they seem to me like an ugly accoutrement to society. wouldn't it be amazing if we could fuck in public? it's because of the children — it's always because of the kids — that we have to curtail the most of adult activities. ugh, children.

productive today, and i want to thank rich for stalking me, as his virtual presence has inspired me in my writing and i feel on fire textually in a certain way. thank you!

xoxo andy p

delicious, rich, want to share?