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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."

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“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 of the cocoon; change as consequence, not cause, like music is only the space between differences; love learned from the day and night. Try to live on second-hand sunlight and watch faith dew on your bared skin. There’s so much potential between “why” and “how”. But, with a look on your face like falling snow, you whisper, “Sometimes, the desert is the mirage.”

It’s not something that you can grasp, slipping through your fingers as you struggle to contain it and kill it in the vice-grip of your desperation. Cultivating it is more the art of raising a child: it has to be free, to be and not be, to fail or not fail – not manufactured through circumstances you treat like an injection, satisfying you at your discretion. Look for it, and it’s gone. Acknowledge it and it starts to fade. Rejoice in it without judgment, it can live forever. Like the sun, to gaze into its full force looking for light can only lead to blindness.

“So lets go out west and bask in the overcast and walking through the rain we’ll see the beauty in life again.”

Joy is a shy child looking for love: let her into your heart without question and she will do the same; greet her and she’ll flee until you’ve turned your eyes from her again.

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