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Relentless Passion…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags #data, art, baroque, dancer, floetry, flow, meditation, passion, poety, pole dancer, poleart, presence, surreal on October 15, 2018 by JenJuiceFlow State of Intention…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags baroque, beauty, cinematicart, dancer, floetry, floor movement, flow, goddess, immersion, intention, Love, meditation, mindfulness, movement, philosophy, Poetry, pole dancer, runthejewels, self love, surreal, warrior on October 13, 2018 by JenJuiceDo you ask yourself 20 years into liking anything why do you still enjoy it and what is the purpose? I’ve been in flow since I can remember..life.. it’s not been an easy path to be in flow.. in this world..to me – the only way. While they say we all need to live in flow..most will resist said flow. I’ve been called weird, crazy, wtf, that girl, smart, pretty, whathaveyou in some repository to give me an identity, but no one gives me an identity. I am the only me. It’s the state I reside – The Flow State of Intention. If you ain’t been called weird or crazy for your authenticity – work harder.
I’ll be the Surreal Abstract…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags #data, abstract, baroque, cinematicart, dancer, darkmatter, energy, floetry, flow, los angeles, mindfulness, motion, movement, nonverbal, pole dancer, reflection, surrealerotica, tribe called quest, tummy, Words on October 10, 2018 by JenJuiceSurreal Floetry…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags baroque, cinematicart, dance, dancer, film, floetry, flow, jenjuice, mindfulness, performance art, pole dancer, post malone, presence, surreal, surrealerotica, swerve, translation on October 10, 2018 by JenJuiceWater(ed).
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags baroque, floetry, movement, Poetry, sex, Solid, swallow, You Me on July 18, 2017 by JenJuiceGlass breaks. Rocks splatter. The one burning matter.
My life. Like Water.
Fuck it down. fuck it up
Make her holler.
Show her what you have – to offer.
The destination is me.
Up to date.
And satisfied 10 times over.
Where does the time go? I shout at my watch.
And, I remembered I don’t own one.
If I had a jewel of existence to model you after.
You would be there when I need you.
Better when I want you.
And solid many times over.
Simple letters of the stained martyr.
I reveal. My voice..…my fingertips.
The shards.
I swallow.