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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

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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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"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."

Monthly Archives: June 2011

life is just a big second guess, a broken staircase of mistook steps

Tomorrow is the artist of today. Now breathes later in deep, gasping gulps, summarized by the virtue of consequence. We measure ourselves by that explosion, what is lost and the crater it leaves and the people who live in that hole after we’re gone. Light a cigarette and breath in the emptiness of the sky through your eyes, and sense the loneliness of fire, the exhaustion […]

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Words of wisdom

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think […]

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Salt on everything

In the sea, I’ve spent this lifetime convincing myself to never cease the motions keeping me afloat. Looking for meaning in the individual act of being alive is like looking for a face in your shadow. Life isn’t something that’s just naturally imbued with purpose that will just find itself draining out of us like blood from […]

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RXLL LXW

“For everyone who thought I couldn’t do it. For everyone who thought I shouldn’t do it. For everyone who said, ‘It’s impossible.’ See you at the finish line.” I am attuned to the metamorphose. Proportion unwinds us. Memories, always through a prism: a boy who loved the stars for their contempt of darkness; the determination […]

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