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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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Monthly Archives: April 2011

My conscience don’t hold a grudge against my impulse.

“Hold on to what you believe in the light, when the darkness has robbed you of all your sight” It’s not always easy to keep a clear conscience. Sometimes it’s hard enough just to go to work. Say hello to the rest of your life. We as people need change. With change we need responsibility. […]

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mindless clatter & clutter

“You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can’t do it. You want something? Go get it.” “She insists she’s in love with me – whatever that is. What she means is she prefers the senseless pain we inflict on each other to the […]

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A democracy cannot be both ignorant and free

“All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume.” From the ash of kindness brings particle sweetness, rising from the grave she’ll hunt your enemy tireless. Always […]

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glass

“I guess I’m built to be intoxicated with hope – sometimes it’s a journey, most the time it’s just a bad joke” It’s nearly 4 A.M. and I’m so very sick, see – it’s hard to fall asleep when there is no relief in your dreams. It’s just minor thoughts to me, all these degrees are just […]

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vår kamp

“This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.” The sun sets quickly whether fun is had or not – time never stops (with the exception of broken clocks). We’re always moving, steadily backwards or forwards. . .working towards some life goals; aspirations are assorted, contorted, distorted by individual perceptions. What lessons there are […]

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existence PT II

I sure hope that you hear me speakin’ – I don’t know if I can go another weekend without these thoughts leakin’. . . their way onto another page inside my notebook, so take a close look at the memories within the pictures that my soul took. Contentment, mingled with a semblance of actually feeling whole because of somebody’s existence. […]

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