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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

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Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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What are you and what constellation where you born from? Are you from this universe? I think I can see fragments of your soul and you glow different then most of those stars far up in the sky. Were you born from one of the craters that make up the face of the moon? When was the last time you felt such an impact in your life? One strong enough to leave such a deep mark in your surface. One you cannot hide. Will you find beauty in such unpreventable decay? Like some God drove their fist through hell to reach your heart and there is nothing left of your rib cage to hide your demons. Your heart is bare and drying on its surface in the cold winter air. I would breathe all of my heat onto my hands but am I even man enough to let this heat hold your heart and melt the frost that is out to bite it. There are some questions not even time can answer. But sometimes light is found in some of the strangest places.

In some obscure way I think love has found me. For life and my well being. For freedom. I have my life to live for and friends to die for. The mask has melted off me with my first real step into the sun. I can feel it penetrate my skin. The shaking and vibrating has come to an end. I cannot see change. I am living in difference. I don’t need to see it. I am change. My core is glowing. I can feel my heart swelling in my chest.

This is the death of that person I’d become. The words have written themselves on my walls. This skeleton is growing flesh that feels familiar and the sun is embracing the path that I’m walking on. There is warmth in my old skin. I feel reborn again. A person I lost years ago.

Disconnection is a word I’ve tattooed somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach. It rots with all the pride I’ve swallowed. I’ve slept in a shallow grave for far too long. Just because I’m too drunk to walk it doesn’t mean I can’t feel it and just because I’m too stoned to talk this doesn’t mean that I can’t see truth for what it is.

My negativity is still a malicious force to be reckoned with so don’t push me. Your past under no circumstances creates a future for yourself. So cut the shit and learn to live with it. There’s no room left to speak. Just empty spaces for my words to echo out of. You do not want to hear these words repeated. It is a steep and sudden cliff from here. Though my words don’t have the ability to push you off my intention certainly does.

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