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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.

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."

living like ghxsts in this globe we can’t run from

Picture this:

Each moment fades like days fade to nights fade to dreams fade to mornings fade to something fade to nothing and in the end it becomes exhausting. It becomes desolate. You’re isolated and you’re just stranded. You’re trapped on a raft with no direction to sail, because each route is blocked by the violentviolentviolent ocean waves that crash and clash and clatter tumultuously, scarcely evading you and your little rigid raft. Sometimes you fall overboard and you find yourself grasping onto what you have left. Just clinging and clasping and clutching, not caring if your knuckles are going to break. You just. Don’t. Care anymore.

But listen:

I know how it feels to watch life fade away. I know how it feels to grow older without growing wiser. I know how it feels to be lonely and to let the seconds fly. One year later, it feels as though a decade has been lost. Tomorrow is never worth waiting for. Life will never wait for you. Minutes become hours become days become months become years and in that time, you won’t find a pause button. You need to take each passing second as it arrives on your doorstep without having the courtesy to ring the bell. You need to scream and cry and laugh until you lose your breath. You need to jump off your raft and swim to the shore. Don’t hold back.

Remember:

We all consist of tiny pieces of everything. It brings us together in the viscid web that is our world, our community. Together we stand and fall with great trepidation yet great strength; hand in hand, heart in heart as we maunder together. Our short stay on this earth is both futile and substantial.

Life takes many forms, shapes, silhouettes. It’s full of variety; both good and bad. We all connect somewhere in the middle. Dried banks can retain beauty just like a flowing river. We keep flowing too, until we reach a dead end, a brick wall. Despite this, we live on and continue stumbling and falling and getting back up together.

Everything moves so fast and the fuel usually found in the air we breathe will occasionally run out as you contemplate the spiral that sums up your existence. But let me tell you this: You are your own oyster. No matter what happens or doesn’t happen or never will, we all breathe the same oxygen. Our shell is flesh and bone.

The energy of life has been picking up steadily. On the climb of the beginning of the Chinese New Year the year of the luck bearing Rabbit. The end of our longest days of the year and sight of the warmer ones not too far ahead on the path.

Like a tonne of bricks.

No matter what happens, no matter what stones or hills or mountains stand in your way, never forget: Open your heart, open your mind.

by Dylan

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Zara - This post is great!March 12, 2011 - 10:01 am

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