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Remember To Breathe…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, grindhouse, jenjuice, Love, movement, Poetry, Rawness on July 12, 2021 by JenJuiceFluid Alchemist.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dancer, jenjuice, movement, Truth, twilight zone on June 11, 2021 by JenJuiceGenius is the Body…
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags dance, dancer, fluidalchemist, genius, jenjuice, movement, r&b, surreal erotica, thrasher on June 1, 2021 by JenJuiceMaybe, that’s it?
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags film, jenjuice, movement, Poetry, surreal erotica, sza on January 29, 2021 by JenJuiceChristmas Stories…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags christmas, jewish, stars on December 24, 2020 by JenJuiceDear Brother…..
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags brain, choice, flow, movement, overthinking, Poetry on December 1, 2020 by JenJuiceOverthinking 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…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Death, finite, introspection, Life, Love, mortality, Poetry on October 29, 2020 by JenJuiceIn lieu of sacrificing the soul…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags atomic, black and white, dark matter, darkness, feeling, Poetry, sacrifice on October 9, 2020 by JenJuiceI 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.
