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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.

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."

Monthly Archives: November 2011

now our house is ice and the ceiling’s gone

Obsessed with Charles Bukowski lately: “For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a […]

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dogs and angels are not very far apart

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the […]

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The captain is out to lunch and the sailors have taken over the ship

Respect became a serpent – the master of each breath yet with every gift tightening its hold until the world turned the gray of ambition.  A fire runs through these veins, infection springing like sunrise from a wound that we’ve lost sight of. Answers without questions and predetermined outcomes coat the ground like snow. Out my window I hear connections; like an apparition taking familiar shape, like the […]

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time taught me how to see every second as heaven even though they’re perfectly disguised as hell

“When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon. Now everybody’s like, “Pick a card, any card.”” Listening to echoes that have journeyed to the start and back and fill me with visions like sonar through time. Memories you find littering the path before you, proving for a moment you are walking in circles. But second chances are always a blessing, and this time […]

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