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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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"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."

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 every step as if it were my last, but not through living life to the fullest, but rather only in the sense of consciousness that it very well could be, and at times probably should be. I am that ray of sunshine that could never shimmer. I am the ray of sunshine that upon finally reaching the earth was too late to nourish growth and is instead forced to witness the death of everything that countless sleepless nights were spent fantasizing over. I am the ray of sunshine that from a distance brings hope and happiness… hope that will never see the light of day. The blackest blood and the coldest heart.

Today was a day of realization, a day of re-realization, and a day of inspiration. The last while has taught me a lot. About myself, about my friends, about my “friends” and about the opposites. I’ve tied a lot of friendships, and broken others, but throughout it all I’ve shut myself away from just that: myself. In turn, I’ve shut myself off from everyone around me and lived as a shell of who I am, what I could be, and what I want to be.

The last little while I’ll lived a life free of passion and essentially wandered with diluted heart searching for something that was there all along, slewed and scrambled under my nose. I’ve missed out on so much in every sense of my life, right down to a the sensation of emotion, since the beginning. None of which were by choice, really… but most by reaction. I’ve locked away so much in an attempted defense that in turn, broke me far more then any single action/situation could have. Not everyone builds up walls to keep people out, rather, hoping someone’s willing to break them down.

Here’s to new beginnings. Here’s to that re-ignition of passion and inspiration in my life. It might be a late start, but better late then never.

by Dylan

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Ash - Love this.December 8, 2010 - 9:00 pm

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