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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Sleight

Trailing off the desperate landfills of narrow fascination
Into my very own lesser known hallowed affirmation—
 
I wind mine through the wind in the air of my own air—
Should you happen to blow by; I’ll sail upon your prayer.

(2014)

#Own #Self #Thine

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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…
Killing Is Awesome

Guilty suspects can easily pass Leaving their demons at the scene, Not in the system Skipping class Leaving the semen
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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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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 ...
The Hole

If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
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Desangrarse

They say that time heals all wounds and I will be fine, But they don’t know I’ll bleed to death—
Angles

He knows so much now that he no longer understands. He’s seen every different thing and held them all in his hands. He’s examined every angle.
Will

I will walk into this hurricane an… I will travel in peace with that g… I will ground your lightning again… I will mull my scarred skin into s… I will outlive this native curse.
I Live a Hundred Years a Day

In rain and sun, entrapped by deat… Through pain we run for love in ti… The world we dance within makes du… With all the light, when silver cl… I’ve trained for this a million li…
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1st Degree Redemption

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

A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
The Burden of All Being

I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
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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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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Sandbar

You think? Real deep. Look again. Beware of bad synergy; Your friends are on the row—



Alto