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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.

Dylan McAmmond
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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."

caveman is still alive behind those robot eyes

“Silence. this is the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard. Those lonely giant spaces between your every word. And maybe I’m totally crazy for holdin’ on but just because I’m insane doesn’t mean that I’m wrong.”

Everything’s falling down like yesterday becomes today, like a smile grows discolored by sadness, and time smooths away the edges making memories all the same shape. There’s no right or wrong, just clusters of determination; I’m stunned by the new sense of proportion. I ache for one way streets and deadlines, and for a child’s sense of meaning. I keep asking the same questions about whether I or the world turns, and all along its been both,  a clumsy dance of the love-stricken, tuneless but paced by symmetry – sometimes we touch and it’s thrilling.

The edge absorbs unchanged the fury of the mediocre: to be so is to burn from the inside out. This infinite stretch of tired eye’d starlight blazing against the shadow  – I see it in your eyes.  The darkness shifts in subtle misdirection like ambition for ambition’s sake, and here all of life is but helpless flailing in the blackness of space.

by Dylan

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Bob the Tomato - You need to make more hard to understand, metaphorical posts. Been a while. p.s. get a haircut (:August 1, 2011 - 4:45 pm

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