Livid self in a bruised society seduces more angst that amplifies rage of the soul.

Screening stare deserve punctual jerks of vanity outwards.

The complication of the mind’s bleeps and pauses lurks inside the oblivious control of the master puppet grinning and smirking.

Scuffs of the outer layer self drips ivy potion that drowns dark matters to grow like dragons of the forgotten epochs that blows flame and wrath of the gods down under.

Enigmatically driving wits of glamorous intent need not be misconstrues like the hermit’s wisdom of the far fetched willows that staccatos the casket of gold from the green ogre whose centric appetite goes for the misty nothingness.

 Wallows of carcasses of the flesh stink for many but for a scorned entity, it is a festive banquet offered to the gods.

I rant these words because I need a hundred and fifty words to knee drop those duplicates and mediocre contents that marred my blogs. Faulty it seems but it counts a hundred and fifty words or more. What a doodled thought of mine.

I remember the seocontest2008 again plus the seobook I am reading.