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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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Autres oeuvres par Lxnnnie Rutledzh...
Polar Bear Bones

They say that, in your dreams, a polar bear represents a reawaken… And there; In sight; With the full moonlight off white…
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Those Dreams

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

Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
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…
In Us Confide

The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
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Dear Compunction,

Farts of the ignoramus puff throug… Settling like a godzillian foot up… Waving at oxblockheads gumming wai… Mimicking hardcore hallmark mawks… Intravenously syphoning squalid tr…
Black Hiss

Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
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,
extended play

(a place not here nor in dreams) the devil rips up clouds like god rips up souls like people here on earth rip through telephone poles.
The Fuck in Which They Gave

(The whole point to why he did it, Was not that he gave a fuck— But rather, To explicate the fuck in which he… He said….
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Crystal Blisters

This puzzle is missing the weirdes… The eyes of the monkey. We appreciate your cooperation With our employees As they carry out their duties;
The Meridian

I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.
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Darwin’s Café

I will— believe you to death oh, wondrous one! Till no one is left under the sun.
1st Degree Redemption

I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
fictiononfiction

defied by hell beside myself i tried to tell this lie so well. if only my skill
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