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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."

best of times, the end of times.

“Your blindfold is on tight, but you like what you see. So follow me into the night, ’cause I got just what you need. We’re all rollin’ down the boulevard, full of pimps and sharks – It’s a motherfuckin’ riot, we’ve been dying to start. You better grab a hold cuz now you know your falling apart, you thought these streets were paved in gold but they’re dirty and dark.

A man of many words, but of few deeds. In the belly of the beast, I’m a wolf amongst sheep.”

Unparrelled in the truthes that I reap; two hundred stories deep and I still quantum leap from one end of literature unto the other – no other motherfucker walks the ground I’ve covered. Gone undiscovered like a diamond in rough, I’ve seen my share of hard times, but I still haven’t had enough. Still corrupt in the way that I think; still abusing ink to showcase that my style is distinct. My freedom of speech goes undetered as I swerve in & out of poetics to capture life in its essence any way that I can.

It has always been my plan to absorb as much knowledge as is allowed within a lifespan, but what would be the point to that, unless I could teach? I guess that one could say the main reason that I preach – is to show the next generation exactly what they’re facing, and warn them not to get misplaced within the haste, as I can taste the forthcoming apocalypse in the air of what’s to come, and it leaves a bitter taste upon the end of my tongue.

I’m warning you all that no matter how big or how small, problems can & will arise, so take a page from Murphy’s Law and expect the worst – because its on the horizon.

Try to keep your prayers focused on your family surviving.

It’s the end of times-
can your mind fathom
what’s to come?
Pain, fire & fear;
Armageddon?

When you read between the lines,
are you on trial for your crimes?
If you are it means you’re already dead,
and in the end times.

City streets painted red with blood will show up unexpected where you thought they never could.

It’s best to fight now lest you rest in peace underneath the feet of those who chose to destroy the weak.

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