What would RTH do?

That is the question.

If I were in a highschool yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence untouched. My innocence will touch your soul.

Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. All sorts of discretion advised.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Sweet Valentine

To My Valentine
The heart beats true and real
The mind knows not what it wants
The flesh desires a reason to feel
The soul wanders through time
Waiting for the ultimate union
Welcome to the illusion
Perfect delusion

Monday, February 9, 2009

Mind over Matter

I hate the cold
Especially the biting chill of the wind
My fingertips are always frozen
There was a lot on my mind
I walked out with no gloves on
There was a tingling sensation
I worried there the sting would come soon
Yet I trudged on
My mind had a lot to ponder
Lost in thought I wandered
The longest I walked in winter
Till in a few moments I had forgotten I had fingers
When I came home
I looked at them
Glistening stiff and white
The blood drained and frozen out
It hurt like hell as dipped them in cool water
The blood burst against the tips thrusting
I soaked in every inch of pain in masochistic glory
For the first time in many winters
Mind had triumphed over matter
But to whom should I credit the joy?
Who takes blame for the pain?