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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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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 pain we would otherwise inflict on ourselves. But I’m not afraid of that solitary pain. In fact, if I don’t strip myself of all this clatter and clutter and ridiculous ritual, I shall go out of my fucking mind.”

Where it clips it burns, when I face it, it turns. The smoke in your eyes keeps you from feeling your life – heavily medicated & fully dedicated to your perfect lie. We’ve watched it burn down like the empires fall. . .Come crashing down without sound, you won’t be missed at all. What you asked for you got, your seat’s gone from warm to hot and every other eyes you avoided to see is breaking down what you pretended to be. I hope you burn this time. He just tried to swallow his pride. Forsaken, he asphyxiated & died and every other silent hero was buried alive. So go on & take a bow, brace yourself all hell is breaking loose now. He continues to take and never allow, you’re face is melting, your progress had turned – you put your hand in a fire then you’re gonna get burned.

So plaster on a smile & feel your heart burn, the lie through your teeth when you pretend it’s my lesson to learn but you’ll turn the other cheek because it’s not your concern. Fight fire with fire baby, ’cause now it’s your turn.

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