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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.

Dylan McAmmond
En Vogue Photography

"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."

stuck outside, looking in.

Now this might be another incident where I would have went way beyond what I should have done, but I can’t change the past and now I’m stuck in the present. At least look at where I’m coming from, instants to take a life, but days to dig your grave? Life ain’t fair but that’s just sick because I know people who’d give anything for even just a couple more minutes. Time to say goodbye, time to try and make things right. You wreck lives and now you aren’t collecting respect, rather, counting time. I’m not just talking behind bars, because it ain’t just about the crime. It’s about the reaction of the action, head below water, and I’ll put a hault to the slow climb. It’s not now a matter of say, it’s what you did from what you thought up, but you obviously can’t think without a head on your shoulders. Can’t change what happened, but I can change what happens. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good – you wreck lives.

All the tastes that I once improved from the views and the points I once tried to prove are dropped to sit awake eternally while my minds stuck on snooze. I wrench at the thought without a doubt while boredom creeps, mental drought, my mind still sleeps. Please just let me wake, create and take this semi-conscious state to reiterate this self destructive night that’s getting far too late. Dream high and sink low – I still guess even when the answer I do know, time creeps, mind sleeps, the night ticks slow.

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