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

a little funk.

    so this one is going to be verry raw. verry  teenager esk. i am not going to spell check this for crap. i have been in a funk latley. i havent been to the gym for like three weeks. i havent been watching my food intake. i ahve been a gluttoneus peice of trash. i have beeen spending money i dont have on food that is going to contribute to an early grave and as of late i have been hoping that would be soon. i am twenty six and fuck i feel like im fifty and recovering from a fucking heart attack. i know i wont feel like this in the morning. but right now i still have taco bell in my stomach. like i said im in this i dont give a fuck lull.
    there have been good things going on. just not in the last couple of days. i have been watching my son a lot more now. although i get to spend more time with him. i have been in the mood where i dont want to do shit. i just sit on the couch getting fatter while he plays with his toys. i have no idea why i wont just play with this cute ball of awesomeness. for some shitty reason i cant peel myself off the couch to do it.
   like i said i have been in a funk. fights with the wife over the most pointless shit. i got drunk a few night ago for the first time in months. so there is a huge self disapointment for sure. family issuses that i care not to really express to the person i am having them with have gone on way to long. before i wrote about jelousy. there is so much more to it. there is a feeling of not being important. a feeling of being compleatly useless to the rest.
   i assure you i will be over this verry soon. that i will find my self happy as a pig in shit. but till then i will have to deal with my emotions one way or another. i know its been a while since i put any thing down on paper gotta tell you it feels pretty good.
  on a possitive side i have been thinking about putting some material together and doing an open mike stand up one night. but i am such a shitty public speaker i dont know if it will work out for me. the last time i spoke in public was at my wedding and i cries like a fucking baby which i am reminded of al ittle more than i would like to be,. well any way thanks for reading this. i need to do something. thanks scean for telling me too. much love bro. take care of your self.

FOR MY LOVE.

  i lay next to to you. i feel your skin. it rubs on mine and i  find myself going crazy for you.
i hold you close.  kiss your lips,  touch your skin and i find myself falling for you.
i taste your skin,  taste your lipstick, feel your eyes on me. and i find my self infatuated with you.
 you are my vice. you are my fantasy .and what drives my heart to the brink of explosion.
you are all the action i need. you are my gamble. you are the one that fills my memory with winning.
you are my princess. you are my godess. you are the one that makes me feel unworthy.
  i feel my mind going threw a transition. i feel my life changing with the sunrise.
i understand i throw my self in the trash before i throw a beautiful waste away.
i understand i find ways to throw myself down stairs before i will let those close to me beat me to it.
i fixate on the worst of me. and exploit it till i make my own heart bleed.
i play with my emotions to the brink of tears.
but you my dear. are the one who centers me. you my love are the one that gives me padding.
you my love are the one that complaments. you my dear are my counter part. you my dear are
the only one who can understand my fucked up mind. you my dear are the one for me and your all mine.
                                           danny

DANNYS CORNER OF COMPLAINTS.

 ollo friends. its been about a week or so. havent had much to put down on paper. i have had some good days and some bad days. been training my pitbull. she is getting it pretty fast. smart little dog. i have slipped a little on the diet. which really makes me feel like shit. i hate being this fucking weak over what i eat. i keep my water intake up and up. but fuck i cant stay away from eating like shit. i have so much envy for those who can eat healthy 24/7.
   i have been such a fat ass for so long. my body craves horrible greasy shit. i get heartburn so easy these days from all the crap i put into my body. but not even a week of eating better it goes away. one would think that would be enough to keep me strait. but fuck no!!!!here i am on a two day off diet bender and burbing out pure fire.fuck my life.
  i guess the best i can do is wake up in the morning and get back to a routine. i have a trainer at the gym i go to. but fuck dude is always busy or i am busy. feels like a waste of money. this week has also been a gymless one. somedays i just couldnt get the motivation. other days i have been a little busy. so all that in one tortilla makes me feel like shit. i guess i just need to get out of this funk. and the only way to do that is to just fucking doing.
  i know i have used more curse words in this post than others its just where my mind is. im not in a good place tonight. been sick for a week. think i have alergies and its giving me a head ache every time i have a bout of coughing. wow. i am just really complaining today. i hope this is not the worst thing i ever put up here. if it is. i dont appologize. but thanks for getting this far. i am at the end of this now. and i feel like just writting nothing. but ill end on this.
   the sharks are on a seven game win streak. they are playing the redwings tonight. if they win they will move into a game behind them for second place in the west. i love hockey. well see ya next time on dannys corner of complaints..
    danny