DANNY LEGEND's blog: "Legendology 101"

To where the buffalo might roam.... There will ALWAYS be fear and loathing.... Which pill or freind we choose.... It only matters who see's the credits... Creadibility only adds up if you pissed off the right of the closet people.... The deeper the sorrow the taller the story, Well sir., .... I guess thats where I matter now!..... I have done it, and done it well, My name Is forgotten................ I'm not lazy,.... but I have done my part,....... and handsomely............. done the worst, to piss off the best, Far from easy, and now the credits............ Sober and lost I weep more amptitude than "Father" would if all time where... lost, the lottery of forgiveness and come back home is undescribeable......... I know who bears the horn.... Im ready to receive it.... "FEBUS" Loosing your life is no where close to loosing your true home.. "danny legend"

Her glare drove into me with the ferocity of a rusted railroad spike, and knowhere near could a shield of "it wasnt me" be found. Hell, Quinten Tarintino couldnt direct it elsewhere...even in black and white, I was doomed. From now on, and without mental struggle the toilet seat shall remain down.

Pet peeves are a large part of "life" we all have one, or many or way too many who knows or really cares right now, soft butter is of MOST importance to me. Difficulty would be described as wrestling a kodiak bear and winning, having an argument with your morther in-law and , you guessed it winning. Trying to spread not even remotely close to soft butter on bread so subtle and tender your craftmatic adjustable bed is jealous, is like landing a plane with 20 grit sand paper wheels on a brand new pair of nylons and not expecting a single run, not gonna happen. It's pretty simple really. Have a back up, Hannible from the A-Team always had one. All Im saying is "I pitty the fool who didnt change the butter" Danny Legend...07

"Passionable knowledge orchestrates meaningfull debate, anger followed by ignorant banter significantly defines the lack of, Ignorance yeilds the hammer that fences itself in" Danny Legend.... 07

A word by itself could be, and most often is... in a world of it's own, out in the left field, a new kid on the block, or.... just singular. For insatance...(I love saying that, I feel like i'm wearing the "Professors" jacket.) the word "Thank" all by it's little lonsome just doesn't do the job. It's like haveing a Peanut Butter sandwich, or calling just Bat Man. Even look in Webster's book of "I told you so", every descriptive sentence has some other form of constanents and vowels well aranged post "Thank." So, by now you are asking yourself, self.... what could the second word be? If Shakespeare were to be on the Carson show my literary guess would be that he would have apropiatelly plugged...Thou or Thy, but being in the 21'st century we will go with the ever so popular "You" Here we have it, my goal.... "Thank You" two words that fit so eloquintly together. Two peas in a pod, Frick and Frack....I could go on for days, but I shant. This Is my "Thank You" to someone who had complimented me earlier today with some words every human with half a mind would love to hear continueously....... Thank You.....

Tumbling from a nest I never helped build, Soaring wings borrowed and clipped, Endless hunger aft a serving of help yourself, Tommorow stays in the past of maybe, Maybe the nest was mine...... Danny Legend...

Weirdly.... I took a bus, train, and or a long walk I never expected. Pretty much it all used to make sence. Now,... well who the fuck knows? I never really had it all, .. but I had something. One billionth of a second is much more than one could think of. That fraction....(could and maybee someday??).. throw Trump or Gates into vagrantcy with no warning. Does one think it can't possibly be their undeniable destiny?.. Well get off the fuckin pot..... it happens, and happens well. Like it or not.... thats just how the pigeon shit falls... and let it fall where it may for I didn't hand feed a strangers destiny. This lottery pencil, (short in stature, conceals more gumption than Thor posses in his tin foil of a hammer) and napkin are the best receptors bitter angst could ask for,... ALWAYS there, ALWAYS nonsubjective,..... no retort. Not really what I have to "say", but just a venting tool available for my disposal. It's all a learning curve...... should you read this and say.....No thanks, Im just fine. Danny Legend

Living in snailem boregon or portland. if I had a choice of wipping my brown eye with a fist full of rusty razor blades owned by the nastiest crack whore or the best roll of charmin ever produced I would marry that crack addict and move to PDX. I regret ever moving back to this crap hole and laughing stalk of the entire western hemisphere....... Who do you have to kill to shed the horrific reputation of ever renting a spot here, saying you spent fifteen minuets pumping gas to escape, or addmitting to the fact that your related to the delusional woman who must have been held at gun point to give you life in a city running rampint with sucessfull frontal labotomy recepiants. My thoughts of becoming a transient hooked on better ideas and moving are increasing with more severity with every chicken peck at this keyboard, which happens to have more entertainment value than salem has had since its inception into the union.

I unfortunately live here, only for the love of my life. (my ever so precious daughter who has the downside of walking amungst the bottom feeders who reside here) This R&R is so F'n boring I get more entertainment value watching two sticks fighting over the fact who has better bark. Is there a status quo to earning the most "stupidity" points? What does it take to find one halfway inteligent upright walking homosapian with a better vocabulary than a door knob? All you ASS HATS do is piss and moan on the lesser... so what does that make you? From know on if "we" see a problem, pull some grey matter together and find a solution instead of passing the buck. Sure, there is an old saying "the squeeky wheel gets the grease" but if that wheel doesnt do its job it can be replaced. Back to my point.... Salem is a joke to the map, take a second out of your less than desireable existance and look at other sites on C.L. and see whats being said then gander at the understated crap that pours out of your "so called cranium" It's so bad I LIE and say I'm just visiting so I could save face...Well, must go now. I've bee in salem so long now I have to get on to more important things like watching paint dry, and argueing with my neighbor if 1 + 1 really equals 2

listen........ did you hear anything? Yeah, thats the undeniable sound of your two lonely brain cells fighting. Please dont make the mistake of that being a thought process. You have a better chance at trading your one good brain cell in for gas to put in an ants motorcylce to go halfway around the inside of a cherrio. If you get lost take the plethora of one syllable words to conjure a way out Einstein! Nice..... if you understood half of what I said that would have hurt. Sweet dreams, "me throwing around material items may cause moronic aptitude is all I can can comprehend" It's no surprise Tardville only possess a one way dirt road.