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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."

I’m starting to think I never learn what I need to learn.

“I’m now a lone flame searching for a purpose, setting fires everywhere I go, can’t avoid the burns.”

I’m staring outwards now at words being written on a page by ghxsts; the questions make the world unreal.

For you, to be is to un-be; so fill yourself with their praise. You’re hollow, but appear satisfied, despite your crystallizing envy over those who are free to be what they want & are loved despite it. They just don’t appreciate the danger they are in, but you’ll make them understand. It’s difficult, matching step for step – the trail already blazed by someone. You are determined to become. Keep walking towards the end of someone else’s path.

It feels like I’m sitting in the back of my skull watching my mind work from the outside as it watches me. These layers of perception become measures of distance between me and you. It’s where I wind up naturally: I, which has nothing to do with me, retreats at the slightest shadow like a field mouse from the hawk. I wrestle with it, violently; freedom awaits it upon my exhaustion which comes consistently as is its nature. And then I, imprisoned, wait for the freedom of morning so I can fight once again.

I’m two people, one more alive than the other – which is a parasite but through well-crafted words has convinced the first that he is as vital as a beating heart. I want to end the division and be constant, but the lies have tricked me into wondering whether they are truth. You think that there are lies worth dying for but they are only fears worth living with, and as you cast stones across a lake, you find ripples are not waves.

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