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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."

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 that is left is dancing bodies.

We stepped from the starlit reflections of a ponderous river, into darkness & certainty. Where all that fell to our sight was already known to us & our children. Our footsteps left marks that would be known when the morning light came. We brought our chorea to our bed & we sank to sleep – now my mind is loose.

Grande monstres dévorent les os: l’amour.

“I can never be what I wanna be, nothing but a man – nothings evil inside of me, nothing I can understand. If I try; so I try to get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand.”

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