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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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Author Archives: Dylan

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somebody that i used to know

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 […]

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ALL MY IDEAS BECOME PERFECT LITTLE BLIND SPOTS

This is the ultimate fear: growing  in the wrong direction, irreversibly. There is no difference between here or there except I swallow one like a placebo for good health and the other like cyanide. There, I’m reviving; here, I’m on my death-bed. The poison is administered by believing it’s toxic, and there can be no safe-haven for the man who refuses […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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caveman is still alive behind those robot eyes

“Silence. this is the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard. Those lonely giant spaces between your every word. And maybe I’m totally crazy for holdin’ on but just because I’m insane doesn’t mean that I’m wrong.” Everything’s falling down like yesterday becomes today, like a smile grows discolored by sadness, and time smooths away the edges making memories all […]

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Canadian

If you’re a Canadian, who are you? I know who I am, but I’m looking to get past the obvious. What are some truly Canadian things, which are universal across the country? Before you answer this question, remember that Beavers aren’t a part of many people’s lives today, a lot of NHL teams are American, […]

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life is just a big second guess, a broken staircase of mistook steps

Tomorrow is the artist of today. Now breathes later in deep, gasping gulps, summarized by the virtue of consequence. We measure ourselves by that explosion, what is lost and the crater it leaves and the people who live in that hole after we’re gone. Light a cigarette and breath in the emptiness of the sky through your eyes, and sense the loneliness of fire, the exhaustion […]

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Words of wisdom

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think […]

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Salt on everything

In the sea, I’ve spent this lifetime convincing myself to never cease the motions keeping me afloat. Looking for meaning in the individual act of being alive is like looking for a face in your shadow. Life isn’t something that’s just naturally imbued with purpose that will just find itself draining out of us like blood from […]

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RXLL LXW

“For everyone who thought I couldn’t do it. For everyone who thought I shouldn’t do it. For everyone who said, ‘It’s impossible.’ See you at the finish line.” I am attuned to the metamorphose. Proportion unwinds us. Memories, always through a prism: a boy who loved the stars for their contempt of darkness; the determination […]

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time will change me

“To reflect is to regret, throwing it all away. And apathy my one way street, it took so much from me. Separated by this divide I created through my fears, and in your tears you tried to show blind eyes and tell deaf ears. If we can make it through the landslide standing, we’ll lift […]

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