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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

Welcome to my blog!

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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"That's really the only thing that matters to me, is that I make art for a living. And if I make art for a living... I win."

be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one

So now it’s in the air and in my breath. I can taste it in my spit. Through my veins and in my lungs, my heart, my sight. I feel it like instinct and re-think it like reason. And when was the last time I looked at the sky? The stars? The sun, or the moon? It makes me sick to my stomach that before the last leaf wept from green, to yellow, to orange, I didn’t even take the time to appreciate a single one. Not one. Not even for a minute, not even for a second.

Write out the wrongs.

Everyone’s an animal. We’re glamorized livestock with more brights than a highway, and more right than the ninetieth degree… right? You’ve got more ammunition than ambition but who the fuck am I kidding? So do I. But, my brain fires rounds like a rifle and you wouldn’t know a sin from a sign if it hit you like a train wreck. I will never know what I’m looking for, or maybe I gave up trying to find it. “No, I don’t know. But… You know I’m right, right?”. I felt you like a car crash.

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