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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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bring your drugs, I can bring my pain

Couldn’t see the sun, storm clouds loaded without a gun. Thunder struck winds, begin to blow shadows – the battle has just begun. The summer time, prime time, cable line-up, light up faces, fatal places. For our minds to scurry on their way: Avoiding the day, missing clamour, avoiding the beauty, avoiding the glamour – refusing the laughter of a child’s most innocent thoughts. This is the premise for the next war missing the plot and I wouldn’t want to blame you for the hell you’ve created. It’s undebated that I’ve fostered many footprints, for the future to fossilize and forego any notion – that I was anything but a small and insignificant ocean. You burned the world down and watched it smoulder as your laughter was repeated by the parrot on your shoulder.

The world is colder, cataracts in the eye of your beholder. Tearing up as the red in your vision is getting bolder – what’s to come?

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