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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."

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Now here’s where you change  – take a second step back from me. A life lived in hate , now fall back to reality.

Since when did growing up mean fucking up?

I got big dreams & a cold heart but when you never learnt to live life teaches lessons hard – but, I’ll stay the same.

The snow’s melting, the world’s changing & maybe for once something in my life will stick.

There was a time these vultures could guard you but now I walk your streets to catch you between breaths – throw a fist to break the ice, cut grudge into your smile. Sleepless nights, nine lives too short.

Times change, people fade.

Dead last in the race.

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