The devil I create.

It's a day when the bed seems better then the world out side.
When seclusion seems to be the answer to all the problems that happen in life. I have made a hole ,Now I plan to lay in it, to slip away from the devil that chases me.
    even though the devil who chases me, From my own admission, I brought into this world. this devil I created looks back at me every morning that I stare into the mirror.
  I must break this fucking mirror so I don't have to stare into his beady little fucking eyes. and the words that come out of my mouth tend to be his. and I know the thoughts that go unsaid inside my brain are always coming from with in him.
    the devil that I create.

Obama from the hood

I saw this sweet Obama picture at a am/pm in south sacramento. it looks like the little dolls from tales from the hood. I half expexted it to start bleeding.jump out of the frame and kill All the white people in the store.

An eating plroblem

Harold was a beast of a man. Had hair from head to toe. it was all jet black,in this his after prime I guess you could call it there was a little gray.
  Harold always took pride in his hair,he had a stylist whom he used for several years. Always high end  products,plastic covers for sleep,and a brush that looked as though God himself made.
   Along with his obsession for his hair,harold struggled with another sickness,harold battled autosarcophagy. Which is the process of eating ones own self.
    The tatse he got from every bite of his own salty skin sent goosebumbs through out his body. He always claimed that if pussy tasted as good and as sweet as a  peice of armpit, he would lose his virginity! He had no idea how it even started. Just remebered one day grabing a knife slicing a small portion of his finger tip off bringing it to his mouth and instantly becoming aroused by the taste.
  The rush was something he knew couldnt be matched, not by masturbation,sex,or skydiving,he knew he needed is own flesh.
  now one thing that he had to think about is where he was going to cut first,and how is he going to keep it his own little secret. he decided on the back. Very easy to cover up.
  It only took  a month or less and Harold was looking.for another body part and decided on the legs. He  knew that he didnt wear shorts an no one would notice,and no one did. not untill the day he made the first cut to his face.
  Before Harold knew it he was out of skin. His body was one big open sore. Blood and PUss oozed from his entire body. There was no place left. And he was hanging onto a single breath. He knew he needed one last taste. But with no pace left to cut he desided to taste his own heart.
    As he cut the viens and arteries he fely his life slip away.he understood that he had very little time left. So he improvised, he cut just a piece out of his ow. Beatimg.heart threw the sweet meat in his mouth. As he tasted the final rush of his own body he felt the last breath leave his body.
   Harold was a very sick man but he is not the only one. Please be aware of people close to you . If they show early signs of self cannibalism please help them.
            Danny

Welcome back to subculture

   So here  we are looking into the year of 2013. How.crazy is that? If you whrere dumb enough to belive Hollywood and the media we all should have been dead a moth ago.
     I really hope that there is a nother load of apocalypse bullshit that a nother group starts. I cant get enough of peopld being disappointed in the lack of truth behind these legends.
   Any who, enough about shitty people. I am back! I have spell check and im not willing to use it. There has been a alot going on in this busy life of mine. I WIll have to.catch up a diffrent time. So I will leave you with one question.
    Would you buy a pair of slightly used ear buds from Jarrod letto?
   Ps. If you have no idea who letto is thats fine just means my subculture preferences are way to obscure.
   Much love, leave a comment and read older post. Love ya.
Danny.