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Rendered in Presence.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on March 8, 2019 by JenJuice

Memories are just a mirror of the thought of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.

It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.

It finds me some place in the night…some place I render all my walls hidden in a room of the unknown and to never really know – in all the worlds.

We all live.

Not just one.

There are pockets.

Even inside our own dreams –

Of our reflection.

Finding the only truth is…. presence.

Choosing choice(s).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on December 4, 2018 by JenJuice

For everything you want, you must be willing to give up.

Withered Warrior….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on December 29, 2016 by JenJuice

In a hypothesis of how I found myself staring into a mirror

Of a dirty withered soldier mustered and worn

After war…and seeing through the fog..finally.

Who is this woman?

Risks.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on December 27, 2016 by JenJuice

Putting my hand under the warm faucet
In place of you…
I’m lost and helpless…..
But I’m not.
And where I am.
Is so fucking scary.
The stakes just keep getting higher.

Hotel Wallz…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 24, 2016 by JenJuice

Throbbing of the hotel room next to me seeping through the walls – her moans increasing like the sounds of a thousand deaths and rebirths….sliding down the foundation. Powerless of her screams…and, surrendering to his needs….

Just a whisper away – and I feel a bit intrusive, though, I’m listening….infringed with the thickness of her orgasmic purrs and my visuals…I’ve pulsated my own thoughts and my own story…..

Thus, the dream versus the reality…we all are dreaming beings…after all.