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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.

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."

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“For the sake of dedication”

I tilt my head back and celebrate through lamentation all things past and to pass – it sounds like wailing to my ears and it feels like laughter. Cut in two by a brilliant light around which the universe also turns, I feel everything draw back like the hand of a child and with a trembling smile, I whisper, again and again, in audacity – in relief: I love.

I hope you never have to know the marvel of sunlight through the parting clouds – it arrives and clutches something heavy and I know everything at once in cycles, like all the past and future are folded into a singularity and re-expanding in deep, fluttering breaths.

The covered sun is a little cloying, but it seems it’s the proper medium to play to the rhythms of the world around me. Music set to metronomic thoughts, the needle on a record – the harmonies of conflict:

Being incomplete,
Being incomplete,
Being incomplete.

by Dylan

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M. - It's like I felt your shadow graze mine.December 13, 2012 - 3:36 am

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