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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."

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 high, eyes to the sky, in awe. Paralized by realilization… realization that they were about to be saved… or so they thought.

Moments later, viscious screams began to pummel out of the sky towards the island. As each banshee hit the island, along with it cam a cloud of smoke and flames. For these were no rescue planes. These were military planes, military bombers to be precise. The smoke from the fire must have attracted them, thinking that their small island, their recent home, had been that of a hostile outpost.

Shrapnels and bark continued to sky rocket infront of then, behind them, there was choas all around them. There was no escape. They had no way to signal the planes to halt, no where to hide and no way off the island. If they did manage to survive, it would be a short lived victory. They would end up destroying themselves either way. Just then the final bomb was released. The hiss of it breaking through the air, falling to the earth was, for a moment, a melodic whistle. The children stood calm, the panic had died, all the was left was the song of freeflight. Their watchful eyes followed it through the air not letting it out of their sights until impact. Bullseye. The bomb hit dead center in the middle of the group sending one final blow to the earth…

…And then there was calm. The beast had won.

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