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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."

trashy day dreams

“Lifestyles of the young and the reckless, checked in the real world that don’t ask questions. Dodging on bullets like a fucked up western, dragged you on a rope til you’re choked out senseless.

Who’s to judge who’s insane? Watch it all wash away. Save us from what we’ve made it. It doesn’t die, it only fades. If I can’t feel there isn’t pain. Another day and it’s all the same. I always pray, I never change. It seems to me we’re all to blame. Get your matches, no more rain. Burn this fuckin’ world today.”

Sometimes, I can see life through a mortal filter & it’s finding and losing. I feel the gravity of the soul, compelled by the static centre upon which is anchored both time and meaning: a frantic pull. A compulsion to relish constantly: agony over this impossibility. Every lake envies a river like silence envies sound, all because the circumference of earth fails to not offend.

My past runs out behind me like ribbon, thoughts & feelings rippling in the recoil of the struggle to shake loose – like an insect in the web, or a man on fire, but it clings to me: a thousand molted skins, a thousand aged faces that sometimes whisper.

I wish I didn’t care which stars you compared me to with all that love in your eyes.

It’s impossible to have no regrets without ignorance.

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