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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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"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."

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I am the misguided stride for self-improvement. A lonely, sad, sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights.
You’d always look me in the eyes, from left to right to feel me twice and I’d watch you while you’d cry. Kill Consequence, she’s quite the catch, but leaves too soon to say goodbye. Cast your shadow across my back. Just hit me once, just fucking hit me once as hard as you can. I swear to all I’ll appreciate what you can’t see, what you’ll never feel, or think or taste. Broken tooth, to broken teeth. Broken smile, you smile back at me. It’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. Hello my name is: Icicle Spine.
This is what I am. And I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. I think I’m fine, I think I’m fine, I will be mine, I’ll try this time. I will be mine. I think I’m fine. My bones are frozen, my marrow’s turned to ice. My body’s just a body, a corpse without a head. And I am just a vessel, my brain has long been dead.

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