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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.

Dylan McAmmond
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palpitation

So take your crooked smile and drive it back into your world, I never thought a heart could beat so fucking cold. Head in the clouds, stuggling for air  – you’re flying solo in a history written in pairs. Life tied to death, love tied to hate – we’ve all got our problems, but you’re waiting out a fucking race. So stand amongst yourself in your ghost town of a shell, searching for your hour, when your time’s already up. You broke your spineless back for the acceptance that you crave.  You think you’re high and mighty? When in fact you’re just riding our wave. Life tied to death, loved tied to hate – we’ve all got our problems, but you’re waiting out a fucking break. And since when did growing up mean fucking up?  You think you’re high and mighty? When in fact you’re just riding our wave. You won’t last long so pack your fucking bags.

I can hear your words but they don’t mean a thing.

by Dylan

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Nathan Jacobson - There is hope in the thought, and hope is much needed, under the dark clouds which lower above the horizon.June 2, 2012 - 5:55 am

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