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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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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 thinking, always seeking – always seeing, always dreaming. Waving at passing cars paid to give a smile isn’t hard, smug faces driving by flipping me off don’t care I’m way too high. Naive arrogant hypocrisy we disagree this is how wars arise. Is this world so devoid of sympathy, we choose not to see or feel empathy – comfortably spiralling into ignorance and apathy. Hope is fading, economy failing, hate increasing. Everyone’s escaping rather than relating, can’t live without a few scrapes or internal bleeding. Not even these words you’re reading can guide you.

Look at you fools tripping on methadone, there’s better ways feeling numb than dumb. Man-made addictions cage your lucid freedom. Ones heavy angst courses through your veins. drugs are rushing, penetrating your brain. Questioning your hold on sanity, no more reality – The music melting into euphoric sound of melody. How do I get this intense rage I’ve built outta me!

Let the truth be spoken, words are not yet broken. Smokes filling the lungs, the people are choke’n! Forget religions, racisms, and nations dividing – we gotta work together and stop all the fighting. I rather not follow secret truths that should be lies, who the fuck’s to blame when evil survives? Dictators dictating the pain and cries, we’re all the same in death’s eyes.

What would you do if you saw fires beyond your white picket fence? People hurling molotov cocktails at Walmart, your awareness is still dense. Anarchy will rise when governments cease to recognize voices aren’t meant to be silenced or categorized.

I can’t shape the world as much as it shapes me, we all need to inspire each other to break free. The day of revolt opens minds for no one knew they were buried in their Governments blood money. Media broadcasting fear, twisting what’s true. Something’s brewing.

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