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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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I reach for burning truths to warm myself in this coming winter cold but you’ve stamped them out, and all that remains is black suit tombs for memories, ashen victims whose faces still show traces of surprise.

I pulled out time today, unrolling it like an enormous rug, twines running into twines haphazardly forming something beautiful. But, beauty has nothing to do with appeal, and I was looking for the pain buried in it. Mistake, mistake, regret, regret; I wonder if these things actually exist in the context of the whole. I don’t know, and since it’s stitching is always growing, I’ll never know. I looked and I saw happiness in the strings of those who had not gone down the advised path; I saw misery in the yarns of wise choices. I saw satisfaction and I saw disappointment,  and they came in all colors and could be found in every stitch. I saw that right and wrong have little to do with the type of string and stitching used, and more to do with its correct placement. I saw strings converge and diverge, and I saw that there was no way to control this, and that I wouldn’t if I could. I saw unhappiness flourish into joy; I saw joy unravel into misery.

I saw choice vibrating through every brilliant strand across history, weaving a cloth through an endless array of action, directed and directionless. I saw hesitation; I saw foolishness; I saw bravery; I saw cowardice; I saw arrogance; I saw wisdom; I saw submission; I saw control; I saw confidence; I saw doubt. I saw beauty.

I looked at the end of the rug, where new weaves traced new patterns with new and old threads alike. I was looking for answers: I was looking for truths. I found none but one, traced out in quiet whispers of colour and shapes from the start, running through every pattern, and culminating at the edge of what was old and what was soon to come.

No matter how things may appear upon close inspection, every string fit its place perfectly in the whole.

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