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The Immortal Marvel : Guest Post

Helloo again!

Okay so me and Ice Maiden, my fellow blogger  (we had kinda coerced each other into starting blogging) were suddenly really fascinated with the idea of guest posts so we did one for each other's blogs. My first guest post, which is pretty great, is Ice Maiden's view about blogging and writing. Here it goes:


Coherent ramblings in digital view, To old school-diaries we bid adieu. From wise-old sayings to crazy rants, Everything under the sun it has.
From anger outbursts and paradise dreaming, To weepy poems and guilty confessing Here words gain a peculiar sophistication Even immoral shit is given due consideration
Diverse opinions bonded as a family, Blogosphere functions with benedictions from the almighty A brilliant source to express in public, And venture out in the world, open ended.
Eons of talent still waiting to be read To acceptance of great potential, they lead. Challenges on our threshold, such is our creed Ends with imaginary swagger, not greed.
Virtually, you vent out to unknown personalities As random followers become your blog buddies. Kick-ass competitions only a click away, And prizes begin pouring each day.
Lastly, this blog has immense vitality, Its author, I believe, is a hope for humanity. No matter what "your space" constitutes, This phenomenon, of blogs, is immune.

Yea, she is an amazing writer. You can check out her blog here. Go ahead!
P.s. Thanks Ice Maiden for that compliment. That's easily the best thing anyone has ever said to me/about me. Or written.

Love Kearty
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  1. Unknown17 September 2013 at 05:38

    Thanks a lot for bombarding me with the flattery! ^_^
    Remember what I said before, you're hope for humanity ;)
    P.S: Picture deciding credits: Kirtika. Source: Google

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