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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."

oh girl this boat is sinking, there’s no sea left for me.

She’s splattered paint on drapery; I’m a blood-stained mess, a lying thief. And to be honest I’m not half of what you seem to think.
Vacant lot, a water drop, the kettle to the blackest pot. When I drop closed my eyes, another censored soft core scene: Stripped of what you want to see, twice as slow and half as deep. Split cells, egg shells, royalty. Black puffed eyes and vulgur speech. Knocked him out for pushing speed, and she still tastes like ketamine. Breath held blue to miss a beat. Blow clean your lungs of nicotine, cut my throat and breathe for me – please. Press your lips to slow the bleed, I want to feel your breath in me.

Drain your soul and cross your bones don’t make me do this on my own.

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