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Silly fucks.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on July 27, 2018 by JenJuice

These silly fucks…. I look at the game of life..the ‘Let’s get fucked up. Let’s fuck. Let’s fuck fuck fuck mind. And, to me…I ask..what is your meaning? Cuz fucking is grand, but can you rise the fuck up?

That’s the question.

Don’t fuck with the fire.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on July 11, 2018 by JenJuice

How did I get right back where I started? The move faster than you are, then come back to where you are not, farther.
This is the flow….
The imperial doorway
And the trigger points
And, we all call fire.

You got me at first sight
And ….
So much fire.
So much you and me.
And now..the rest of it
Is measuring to top
The highest me I’ve ever
Braved to go and
Be.

Art refugee

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 8, 2018 by JenJuice

Art is your eyes to see what will come.

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.

Be-Title-(wo)men(t).

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 12, 2016 by JenJuice

Shadow

Shadow


In a segregated moment of where I am and where I want to be…I find floating movements.
Reveal the floetry of where we be…it is and it’s not me..but it is..only me.
In the mind’s eye of how I see.
Dream foundations and lost time found somewhere between you and me.

My place…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on October 23, 2016 by JenJuice

I want to sleep just to wake up in your arms.

Wet Spots Matter….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2016 by JenJuice

Finding myself in an institutionalized frat party…not the role of successful backpacking. But, it’s like being held captive to a heart-stained perfume you can’t quite wash off. I’ve bathed and cut the glitter off but the fuck boys still seem to be following me with blazin’ swords out and ready for the war zone. Who you fuckin’ with, boys? Let’s talk. Let’s see what you got with your ego busted up. Losing your hair mid-twenties and yes, fuck as many girls as you can cuz that’s what “experience” is about, right? Sticking your inexperienced dick into as many wet places as possible. What do you think you got fuckin’ with all these girls – who are you, really? Have you seen you before? If not, just a little tip…..wet spots matter.