It’s True tho…

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Legacy

Masochistic behavior(s).

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The truth of my own self-destruction was to understand the mapping of the predator.

Fluid by Nature.

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Magic.

Forgiveness.

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One of the hardest things about forgiveness is forgiving those who watched and did nothing.

bATEd breath(s).

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There are many moments when it feels like I’m in a maze of Malkoviches only to be the last part of my genome I can’t really define that or this…just a thought, Nothing more, but a thought..one or a thousand fucking thoughts…and, the only one I need to hear is simply…revealing herself.

The feeble and the gap.

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translucent in a sea of nonsense.

I tend to live in these realms mostly.

Why the fuck we are so trained to give our attention to such feeble things, and for why? The esthetics that someone would give 2 shits. I don’t even remember most of my life. Now ask me, ask me – where am I? Cuz at the state of who we are and who we think ourselves to be tends to be an enormous gap.

Doorways…

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The imperial doorways somehow, find me and crush the fabric of the thoughts that won’t seem to go away, but why would I want them to?

It’s all in the name…

Posted in Jencerpts.. on December 5, 2021 by JenJuice

Have we created separateness to only find unity?

Consciousness…

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The amalgam of words.

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I don’t half-ass life….

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Surrealist.

Work in Process…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on August 26, 2021 by JenJuice

Most romantic relationships are a hope for security – false security. Until one has done the work with their unhealed trauma all relationships will be magnifiers to what needs to be healed…love is our truest nature and with aligned beings it’s limitless. That’s my definition of “in love” is “in alignment”

Remember To Breathe…

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Breathe.

Soul On Fire…

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Narcissists can be charming. Pain is seductive. Comfort is intoxicating. But, ain’t nothin’ like the free air…Of a soul on fire.

Fluid Alchemist.

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How reel is real?

Genius is the Body…

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Maybe, that’s it?

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Dear Brother…..

Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags , , , , , on December 1, 2020 by JenJuice

Overthinking is an epidemic. Overthinking is a disease. Overthinking is not truth. Overthinking creates chaos. Overthinking is a word of thought – in which your mind creates to believe is alive. Though isn’t overthinking just a response…your thoughts are not reality (or are they?). The stories we perceive in our mind are only ours from one lens. The only difference between illusion and delusion is with delusion you are the only one experiencing that vision. So, are we all living in illusion or delusion? Your mind – the greatest lie – or the greatest ally – You decide. The only truth – the only remedy is in presence. [the etymology of healing]

Reflections…

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…Are difficult to face, but that’s where freedom is found.

In lieu of sacrificing the soul…..

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I think about Dad and how I got martyrdom in the DNA

My Mon… a sociopath.

My Dad.. a martyr.

But don’t they feed each other?

I guess without feeding it …it starves to death and we define.. 

Our new way…in lieu of flowers,

Kindly fuck off I say…(to the programming of centuries).

To be the rock/evolvement of the lineages is the highest form of love. ️

Trust that. 

I say.

Fuego.

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The problem with fire is when feeling burn is the only feeling you feel is real.

A child (in the) hood….

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I’ve become a foster hoodrat who has the unexplained capacity for nuance that almost destroyed her.

Blurry Prints….

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Nothing they ever did ever mattered, but it did cuz it’s the mirror – the coke lines snorted from the blurry thumb prints ravished on the doorknob tho – not much to look at when we were kids.

Claw-Foot Tub Memoirs.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on August 26, 2020 by JenJuice

I spent hours in the antique claw-foot tub with a glass of cheap Merlot and Billie Holiday – that was me at 22. Gloriously depressed and enjoying the evidence of where I was. Somehow I felt to do it. To be celibate – would I be a monk or where would I be? I felt it. The spirit. The calling. The something. I could never quite put my finger on or even quantify it. It just is. 

Comfort.

Posted in Jencerpts.. on August 16, 2020 by JenJuice

The biggest trap.

Desire Is The Is-Ness.

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Take Off Your Cool.

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Adversity…

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Your greatest ally.

Lookin’ Out for #1

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Free Drink Ticket.

Express Yourself.

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Movement is the Movement

Fire.

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I am legend.

Raised by a Sociopath – Wanna Date?

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on May 18, 2020 by JenJuice

This is the sign of shame I carry with me most days and defer to a just an upbringing..However, to survive a parent who tries to murder you is not just survival – that’s a warrior. Make no mistake about it – we are the sum of our choices and I chose to rise like the fire I am. Don’t fuck with the fire.

Love.

Posted in Jencerpts.. on April 30, 2020 by JenJuice

Jump Ship.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on April 26, 2020 by JenJuice

They tell us what to watch, see, hear, be – the only way I feel that I can have freedom of speech is with my movement – and, even with that how far can I push the envelope not even the boundaries – bodies of perfection and a sentimental look at the way things could be. A variety of lessons and some good ass nothing less than perfection.

I see it was a quasi-moment of rise – the place we find our guides. Nothing more to distract the whoa(s)– just a cradle-robber, a burial and a martyr I sometimes call …mom. And, her (fake) cries.

The bold and the beautiful creases at the point of lost interaction in the form of fuck you, mom. I love you, but fuck you, mom.

The idea of a person being so not able to stand up and be accountable for what – sins? Your God would call them, but what about my God – are they different?

Do you hear the gods of the ego speak so loud you even forgot what the word – mom meant – cuz, you never were – you, as we all, are just a vessel and, I came through yours – so thanks, for your vessel.

That’s all you ever were (and, so it is).

The vessel of a 300-plus pound woman barricading herself in her own skin and fear – hold you closer cuz I know you are hurt – you probably do – I mean you seem to feel something cuz you are alive – though…I doubt that you really are…or for not much longer with your comfort. It is either you or him or both – though, my feeling is your vessels aren’t lasting and even still am I even bothered?

What is to attach to a vessel when I can jump ship?

Truth Uncovered

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on April 14, 2020 by JenJuice

There was a lot of time I spent numbing out until I saw a target in which I could focus on which would disgust me to the point of recalibration so I dove in – it was the only way I saw a way to save myself. 

Externalizing years of what I’ve been internalizing.

Gushing waves…. 

After the thrash of the profundity of life..death and the in-betweens I saw many relationships as benign endeavors like a splinter that needed to be removed. 

Whatever you give birth to – there must be an intention – it’s either conscious or not. You choose.

Deaths and Rebirths.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on March 31, 2020 by JenJuice

Death, she whispered to me again….I remember saying I feel you close today. My body responded before it even happened.

I weeped.

I wasn’t quite sure why I did – until I got the news.

Dopamine nation

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Plight of First World problems……

Delayed Gratification

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on March 26, 2020 by JenJuice

As I try to use the old frail holes to re-tack my tapestry on the wall – cuz it was an easy fix .

Easy fixes never seem to last.

Delayed gratification is your ally.

The place all flows with abundant beautiful intention.

The perfect hiding place.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on January 14, 2020 by JenJuice

No one would have looked for me there……

Perfect place to hide.