Quick hits on wingles.

Ohhhhhhhhh ya welcome back to this guy! My last entry was back in 2013. So much has changed.  So much had to change.  So it did.  I am still focused on my journey.  It has giving me a  new out look.  Any way.  Time for this blog to change its style.

Hockey is a passion of mine.  So I will be focused on that.  Fantacy, games, players.  So here we go.
I am a San Jose sharks fan.  I bleed teal. I am a positive guy, I do not like acting as if I am a gm, coach, or expert.  I am just yet a nother obese white dude that loves a sport I have no athletic ability to play,
 Now with all that said, watching the sharks recently has been tuff.  Seems as if the management has caused a crack in the locker room, Joe Thornton said his gm needs to shut his mouth.  Which I agree with.  But I.... Also think big Joe needs to shut his.
 This is no more than an ego penis measuring contest between these two.  What needs to happen at the end of this season is what I would call "a compleate blow up"  I'm not saying roster wise.  I am saying  emotionaly.  I want to see wingles walk in and finaly take control of the leadership of this team.  He is the sharks Charlie Conway.  He is not always the best player on the ice.  But he is the guy that never gives up on plays and is not afraid to stick up for his line mates.
  Because leadership is what is truly lacking with this damn team.  There is nobody holding anybody accountable.  The silver Fox (tmack)  can only do so much.
 Playoffs or not, I just hope the last three weeks  Will be  competitive.
   Out.
D. W. Sr

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.

cross to bear.

     so religion is important to people in my family. i honestly feel that i get treated different in some aspects of family life because i don't go to church with them. and it saddens me. i am happy that they have found what motivates them, and found something to believe in. i truly am. but it really seems like they cant be happy for me being content in my life.
     i feel religion is to  people to find and interpret for themselves. i feel that Churches really do nothing but help fake people become more fake. i am not saying all. but from the majority i have seen its a lot.
   i hear things likee "you need to make sure you bla bla bla" and it always is about religion. why does every thing come down to religion? i really have nothing against religion. but if conversation goes as fallows......"so do you want to come to church sometime" and response is "its really not my thing" that really should be the end of the conversation. and repeat asking is not going to warrant any other kind of response. well from me any ways. i will have conversations about religion with people all day long.
   once that turns to what i need to do. or what i should be doing then my ears are closed. look i know this is kinda shitty and boring but you know its just been kinda on my mind. i love my family.. i love that they have metaphorically accepted Jesus into there hearts. but please it doesn't mean ever one needs to find happiness the same way. i love you all. thanks for putting up with me. i plan on creating a few characters soon. and start some fiction. i hope it goes well. and i hope you all like it. the reads which i can track have been awesome keep reading and ill keep posting as long as you all like what i do. love you.
   danny

A WRITING SMILE

   my hands play game that others cant see.
my mind sees lies in the eyes of the unwashed.
my eyes look at the plain view of a consolation that is covered by clouds.
  my life spends time in the wake of a lost one.
my sorrow waste time in the loss of the unimportant.
my grief is what binds the worlds of the unsavory.
  my popularity is something i have never witnessed.
my insecurities play with the ones i love.
my words create boundaries that i have not knowingly created.
my apologies are swift and UN noticed.
 these are my thoughts that you all wish to read.
complicated and crazy, twisted and full of nothing.
my thanks is that of which is lost. but my gratitude is fulfilling. as you can tell by the smile on my writing.
                        danny