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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Hurricane Smile

I pay no attention to the forecast,
 I just blend into the weather.
 
Was it not clever
 to attempt to tether
   our pleasures together
     to the feathers of forever?
 
I knew you were a dream
 when I was going through you.

(2014)

#FeatherHurricane #Love #Splitting #Weather

Otras obras de Lxnnnie Rutledzh...
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,
Disquiet

Curiosity killed the cat. But the cat has nine lives. Not really. You’re wise, You accidentally design lies.
Racing Chainbows

Amazed and confused. My aura is bruised. God knows what? We are not amused. It’s almost all of a sudden.
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Rawr

The Sun; a guillotine. With its giant convex blade of lig… Slicing through my skull Eyes first At 186,282 miles per second.
45 Bayberry Drive

Set inside a suburban puzzle Of which I solved 2 years prior. It’s a plain house. One point two. But not that I know of….
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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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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Water

How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
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.
Those Dreams

I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten
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Anti-irregular Ode to Helios

Mentally choking on paranoid cover… No matter where I am, everything… The corners leap out—one after ano… Trapping the resolve in its reckon… Unfolding like slabs of sidewalk b…
Raid

A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
The Meaning of Death

When you say a word so many times… When you look at something for so… When you live a life so hard and t…
Darwin’s Café

I will— believe you to death oh, wondrous one! Till no one is left under the sun.
Half Full Circles

Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
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