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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."

hold your breath

When you are so internal people can miss out on details about you and through deciphering what they can of the evidence you offer they can completely misinterpret who you are.

“Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.”

It’s the end of the day, I sit here looking back at what was described as going to be “a special day.” While not out of the ordinary, the energy was nice. Like lying, back on water, in the middle of a lake, mid-summer, sun beating upon you. No extremity to great to cause waves of any mass proportion. A rarity.

As I walk to tomorrow I debate, will it all be just as hard as before? Is this repetition or is it anew?

If you want to do better then do better.

Doors opening
Endlessly growing
Never knowing – always learning, feeling, trusting, going, doing, trying, pushing.

Do not think too much th(r)ough, you will miss your flight.


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