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Fashion(ed) flaw….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on April 8, 2011 by JenJuice

The smell of the piss saturates
the inner voice I hear
when I sound out like the thought
of those anti-his-ta-means.
In an old-fashioned lullaby
Of his dirty thoughts
And selfish needs
Who knows – maybe
That one day may own
Him like the day he spit
In my proverbial face…
And that’s what I call….

Somewhat of a fallacy…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on February 8, 2011 by JenJuice

Designed to be the truth
In a fallacy of distance and importance
The harder way to be the asshole you’ve created
And only to be the harder since of the word
That in a word is only found less meaning
Than the dominion you’ve created
In the silly little disdain
Of such cease and desist qualities of affection
And only on the 9th hole of liberation
Can the meaningless find
A hint in meaning of the
And the way…
Is only one way in my little silver-sided book of intention –

Gathered in Tongues…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on October 29, 2010 by JenJuice

I come in layers
Distract my body
Of its daunting pleasures
And only one syrup
Taste resting on my tongue

It’s time for another round
sipping the flavor
of my slippery gun
what I gotta have and
what I need
all too soon –
Enormous sensation
Round and round
I have gone up and down
and now, found numb….

Blow for me…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on April 28, 2009 by JenJuice

millaRelevancy comes in two tones – discretion and impetuousness

Sitting in the muse of my existence

Shadowing the lucrative limelight that surrounds me (I’m not impressed)Cycles swarming

Vast peaches falling




the corridor of my mind

Flowers seem as deceptive

As the breeze simmering through my lips


As if there was a fingertip

Pushing the words

balancing shades

Of sorrow

And the not to mentions

Of tomorrow

Shaking the difference

Of logic and the emotion filled

flagging it up to

A whistle blown…

Wrinkled body parts…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on February 14, 2009 by JenJuice

if it wasn’t for this methodical wrinkle in my dick i wouldn’t even bother jotting down these few digs..
i can’t even explain how time slips from my neck as the slime soothes my throat.
some mechanical feature i can’t explain and won’t even try to.
not a lot of chivalry thinking about this mindless god of slippery bed springs
but i’ll forgive the manufacturer this time.
it’s not every day you find a squeaky tube of toothpaste that doesn’t scream
like the r that doesn’t work on my typew*ite*

Putting the va-jay-jay on the shelf…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on February 14, 2009 by JenJuice

In this chameleon known to dwell aloof of a sacred existence, it’s the va-jay-jay in a bottle for the prime price of only – your soul. If you buy the sound system that comes attached it’ll make the squeaky sentiment of the purest form. Like a cheerleader laminating her lips and trying to spread sunshine in and out and over and under and doing it again and again…and cut to next scene..

Inserting the tampon oh so carefully, she melts through an extremity of variety. Once in while this chameleon may be known to find the little something that can and will divide.  But, my’s the clapping of the feet and the squealing of the lesser of the two (shelved items)..

We cross paths in order to find what we all need in the pussy-lined papers that only the corrupt mavins will sign.

I think I’ll find a way to avoid the substance and shelf the va-jay-jay for a bit…or at least until I find the way to my primordial clit.