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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
En Vogue Photography

"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."

seven thousand day cough

“We’re oft to blame, and this is too much proved, that with devotion’s visage and pious action we do sugar on the devil himself.”

If you listen close enough you’ll hear bombs falling spiraling through the sky. Deep down there’s a million words confused inside my chest stuck and getting lost struggling to find a way to explain the way I feel and say them with honesty. Like how I don’t understand how a country can rest their peace and future in the hands of a single man with secret plans and private quarters making moves on a digital GPS system while we stand in lines with our flesh and blood to build a wall and stop these bullets from hitting home. Why we sacrifice our bones to follow the words and when our leader says lay down in the dirt in the coldest place on earth we wait for him to say if we can get back up again. Our blood now pumps itself through the dirt and maybe one day these fragments of bone will be re-constructed and put in a box. Our cemetery will be a museum for the news. Our bodies will still be haunted with the words of you. Waiting to ascend our spirits still progress and move in line to the voice of dead generals whose hearts never knew anything other than war… We march to the voice of men who know no difference between life and death. At the command of men who don’t know a difference between guilt and regret.

They don’t feel anything.

by Dylan

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Zara - Thanks for putting reality into perspective.May 3, 2011 - 12:53 am

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