Jen Juice

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.

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