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.

Raised by a Sociopath.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on May 17, 2020 by JenJuice

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?

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

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2020 by JenJuice

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.