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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."

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 our veins or hitting us like an ethereal spark to our building charge. Life is an opportunity, an option, a subjective reality of which we are the one who makes the choices. All meaning in life comes from what you put into it, from what you decide to add to it and rip from it. Life is the sun, which exists for the sake of itself & its sole purpose & the worlds found their way around it. We can’t live our lives of “gentle” waiting for answers to things that are not questions – but are choices. The truth is that so many of us waste away being afraid to pick one of our options, & construct ideas of waiting for the revealed path – the phantoms who become parents who don’t love us reassuring us that there is no need to worry & the answer will be revealed with time. The only answer is a realization, & that realization is that meaning & is something we choose to have.

This life will roll in & out like the tide & waves choose to crash or not against the shore.

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