distortediron's blog: "My thoughts"

Calloused,cold,unscathed,unshattered Foot hold stronge,bared shoulder against the current of conformity. Tired and weiry ,yet determined to keep true identity intact for all to see. To be hated ,envied for the strength they did not possess. I stand in a vast sea of solitude, but with head high and chest out. Proud of my own existance

There is at least one person on your FUBAR list that wants to fuck the hell out of you. So lets play the Fuck or Pass! game. The rules are simple... if you want to fuck the person who posts this, send them a message saying "Yep, I'd Fuck you." SCARED? lol this sH!T's funny YOU HAVE TO RE-POST THIS!!

As shards of life torchers the mortal soul. Sheilds of shallow hides the truth of the depth of the wounds Smiles are the cloak of the pain left in the shadows. So not to reveal the weakness on the under side of the beast

Surreal dreams in the heart of mortal man causes chaos in the flow of ones sanity. Emanating feelings of rage and sadness. One must combat these feelings ussually to no prevail . So, hiding the heart in ares that reach cryogenic temperatures to ward off the assault, that one has inflicted on ones self, seems crucial. It is not dead, just frozen in time to be thawed out at a time when it can beat again unscathed. If no time arises, be thankful we're MORTAL

TWISTED REALM The twisted realm of reality thrashes at the inner core of ones self with the force of a thousand anvils . It strikes with the velocity and the power to distort iron. Yet the pain is only as deep as we allow it to be. As the distortion accurs with all its bending and twisting. The metal starts to temper, causing it to get even harder. It has be changed at even the molecular level to become even stronger. So one should never take this as weakness. Should be taken as strength & the power to stand strong to the demons that haunt you. Throw them to the ground and rip their jugular out with your enraged canines and taste the blood of your victory. I AM DISTORTED IRON!