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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
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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."

Author Archives: Dylan

dilute & collapse

All we are is a watered-down version of something we think is love. If I fly, you fly. If I laugh, you laugh. If I fall, stay where you are.

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no peace of mind

Earthbreaking shouts internalised, show me something real. The feeling of a heart dripping through the cracks sings, and you keep calling but the seaside gusts pull your voice from your throat, and it doesn’t sound like words anymore, just wishes. We’re like barnacles, holding fast to the rocks as wave after wave of everything that […]

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Tell me how you do that crazy trick where you walk around asleep. Each through is repetition, watch as I put this rhyme in ignition. Starting to understand this time and why we livin’. Though I could never get why this seems to be it – each lesson helps us grow but oh they cut us so. This ignorance is bliss […]

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Spot that look on my face.

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I am on a constant search for something that I can’t even begin to understand. An ever-present anxiety that bears no direct purpose but a burden on my conscience. Well, that’s not entirely true. By that I mean in the back of my mind I think it’s entirely clear to me, but I don’t think […]

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Waking up in a foreign bed to the lines of light through heavy snow, and the sound of heavy breathing. Another uneasy morning in another cursed town only hoping to make sense of what is and what might not be what it seems. I swallow heavy past the lump in my throat with the thought […]

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I got tha tastiest name in town, no one can keep it outta’ their mouth. “Finally someone let me outta my cage – now time for me is nothin’ cuz I’m countin’ no age.”

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night prowler

Now here’s where you change  – take a second step back from me. A life lived in hate , now fall back to reality. Since when did growing up mean fucking up? I got big dreams & a cold heart but when you never learnt to live life teaches lessons hard – but, I’ll stay the same. The snow’s […]

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It took more than what you thought to be something less than what you wanted. Now you’re missing out, and that’s not my fault, but, as they say I guess there’s always a silver lining, even in the worst of times. They tell you to remember the good, not the bad; they say a lot […]

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within you, without you

We do not respond to what is real,  we respond to what we perceive.  Change our perceptions & we will change our responses – sometimes our perceptions are almost identical to what is real.  Sometimes our perceptions are far afield of what is real:  The truth remains, we respond only to what we perceive. How […]

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danse avec les fantômes

Dry and dusty – dust shot into shallow atmosphere at the dancing feet of dancing men. Women’s skin embraced by in sporadic inundations of dust, dust, dust. Dew sweat together on foreheads and creates mud masks – sinister; & it’s as innocent as the day we were born. We wash our faces in the lake & all […]

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