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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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Now lately I’ve been thinking maybe I’ve been putting myself off like I shouldn’t – dog eat dog, do what you gotta do to keep your heart beating, and while you might finish on top, karma will be creeping. You know that when you come crying back I won’t be the one listening. Get on with your life, it’s just your breath that you’re wasting, get on with your life ’cause my time’s fucking priceless. Your words are like dull knifes and unloaded weapons, intimidating until the situation heats, then they’re worthless. In the life I’ve walked I’ve learned that when you feel something, then you better believe it – and you better want it when you act on taking what you can get, ’cause the last that you’ll hear from me are through these words that I spit. More queasy than sickness that cancer transmits – you live life with no purpose, one step leads to no “next”. Lay you on the stake burning because your mind is hexed, like poisonous gas finally pumped out of my lungs and bled out of my sweat. Saving my life by breaking you down in tears while you beg, not an ounce of sympathy left in me, so get the fuck out of my head.

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