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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
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."

Monthly Archives: December 2010



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within you, without you

We do not respond to what is real,  we respond to what we perceive.  Change our perceptions & we will change our responses – sometimes our perceptions are almost identical to what is real.  Sometimes our perceptions are far afield of what is real:  The truth remains, we respond only to what we perceive. How […]

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danse avec les fantômes

Dry and dusty – dust shot into shallow atmosphere at the dancing feet of dancing men. Women’s skin embraced by in sporadic inundations of dust, dust, dust. Dew sweat together on foreheads and creates mud masks – sinister; & it’s as innocent as the day we were born. We wash our faces in the lake & all […]

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Hold on to what you believe – in the light – when the darkness has robbed you of all your sight.

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never better

I was always so pissed that life felt like this, always so sad that what was mine was never happy with what they had and now I see it wasnt everyone who got the best of you, but me it was me, obviously oblivious to what was really happening. I’ve been holding out on a […]

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the brave & the snake

Up in the sky past just beneath the clouds soared 5 great planes. Each as large and seemingly majestic as the next.The boys faces shimmered with the reflection of the sun bouncing off each shiny eye. It was silent. Nothing could be heard but the sounds of the purring engines. The children stood, heads held […]

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“I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than […]

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no where ta’ go but up

I have no idea why I do the things I do and quite frankly I’ve tried to find some ounce of satisfaction in knowing that the only constant in my life will always remain the lack of understanding of my own actions and the actions of those around me. I kill myself daily and walk […]

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