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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

Rain

Rain Everyone wants to get out of the rain, wants to be free, wants to see no more pain. We’re guaranteed that the season will change, ’til then, I’m keeping sunshine on my brain. When the drops hit my head they leave a stain, everyone wants to get out of the rain. We cannot avoid […]

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sleepers

Now lately I’ve been thinking maybe I’ve been putting myself off like I shouldn’t – dog eat dog, do what you gotta do to keep your heart beating, and while you might finish on top, karma will be creeping. You know that when you come crying back I won’t be the one listening. Get on […]

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some sense of security

We’re talking straight hate without right reason – remember kids, you can’t lessen shit without a lesson. So until your mouth stops spitting sounds off, until your fists start firing rounds off – Until you peel the mask off, strutting like all bets are knocked off. Eyes blood shot like you can’t doze off until […]

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dumbed down & numbed by time & age

Lately, all I do is think, got a knot in my stomach and a sting with every blink. Regrets I can’t count on fingers and a life missing links. Now it’s got me up all hours at night – Who am I kidding? I never slept…I never sleep, this ain’t right. But now I finally […]

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for being a vegan you sure like beef

Pockets stacked and bags all packed, a cigarette-kill town with whiskey on it’s breath, and the tab? I’m done payin’ it. Lifeless loves & loveless lives. Buried youth – we pray for empty deaths to empty skies.

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Great monsters devour the bones

You have no idea how much it hurts to watch you walk in circles on the living room carpet with every awkward, twisted step. I see you reaching for something that is being stolen from you. You have no say in this, you want no part of it but that’s not going to stop it […]

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cage capacity

If actions speak louder than words then I guess I’m whispering a trembling train of clumsy thoughts and anxious thinking, under the chill of a cold sweat in a colder room. Can you hear me over the chatter of my teeth or the slipping of my spine for the first time in my life? Outside […]

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make noize

I’ve filled my heart with hate and what some might call a break-down I call a face-first fall to broken teeth, with a blank expression sitting comfortably on an unshaven face. I’m following the white rabbit and I don’t have an ounce of anything left in me for second thought to hesitate, so don’t hold […]

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american beauty

Remember those posters that said, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life”? Well, that’s true of every day but one – the day you die.

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this guy knows what’s up…

MAESTRO ON DRUMS PT 2 from TONE on Vimeo.

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oh girl this boat is sinking, there’s no sea left for me.

She’s splattered paint on drapery; I’m a blood-stained mess, a lying thief. And to be honest I’m not half of what you seem to think. Vacant lot, a water drop, the kettle to the blackest pot. When I drop closed my eyes, another censored soft core scene: Stripped of what you want to see, twice […]

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pick a card, any card

“in an effort to make ’em all see what I found in my life I decided to give ’em a look – none of ’em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I’m sitting in the middle of an unread book.”

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