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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Anodyne

Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulonimbus anvil
Contiguous with some rakish air worn by the sun
Fed wild through actuality; leaving wise men still;
For immunity to the gods,  frames the holiest one.

(2014)

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Otras obras de Lxnnnie Rutledzh...
Disappearience

Oh, to dance with that morning jes… Fumbling through scenes Of disintegrating dreams, Until we arrive at a little bridge… Stopping for a moment.
Rope Plus Rafter

Until then, I can’t believe it’s less than a w… Have a good night; take care. I like the way I dress. Every vampire needs a guardian.
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Little Miss Giving

Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters
Black Hiss

Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
Those Dreams

I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten
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Stone Cold

I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
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Noise

The noise in my head is not in my… I hate to think, for it’s too hard… My universe dreams while being mis… Fighting the waves while these tra… Sorting though scabs that this atm…
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We Might As Well Be

I can’t wake up from this nightmar… from love, distrust and our desper… the loneliest creature; broken hom… what didn’t I do and what have you… sorry to inform you, you’re not th…
Lavishly Apt

There is a lot more or less to this than you think. Lure into legend
God Mend Thine Every Flaw

Falling off the bottom of your bli… unkempt and lost like a fart in th… crucifying the dip clinging to you… kids hang their cellphone bills on… Your fridge is covered in crappy a…
Everybody Is Dead.

A new level of irony has risen from the previously sett… The zombie phoenix has returned. We should feel lucky. Out of all of the places,
Redacted

I have been in a thousand houses that have dining rooms that are never used. When I look into the river— My reflection is refused.
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The Poisoned Chalice

Pitch-black flashback Immaculate hallucination. As I wring the sweat from my memo… Into this laceration. The only love I’ve ever had,
Sheer White

I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,
Gristle Stew

Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...



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