Quasi meaning.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on May 7, 2018 by JenJuice

I quite often wonder why people say “I’m sorry.” when someone close to a person passes away. I’ve become more inquisitive of these two words the more death has become a close friend of mine. I’ve pondered why not just say “My apologies” for your condolences. It is just that more visible of the awkwardness this response is.  So, I began to ask people what they are sorry for or why do they say those words aside training. More times than not I would get the tale old answer, “because I was taught…”. So, what happens when you question your canned responses to life…then what?

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Soldier

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on March 6, 2018 by JenJuice

My little red plastic record player and my Fleetwood Mac album – the best memory of Jenny, the 5-year old me…Matilda

Findings.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 1, 2018 by JenJuice

You can’t feel an ocean until you stand in one.Koh Samui

Sunlight

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on December 25, 2017 by JenJuice

From what I recall as a child, Christmas was always the strangest day…everyone would put on the fake smiles and shitty sweaters and roll to Grandma’s house where all the adults pretended to like one another with their fake smiles and their uncanny speak of the weather, a Soirée of food, which included pimento and cheese and peas salad, sweet tea and pecan pie and turkey…always the fucking turkey.

Not much has changed…I still see the competitive “portrayed happy 4.5 persons” family in their social media flair-ups.

If they really knew that Christmas is the Birthday of the Sun, not the “son”.

And, now onto the news to tell you how to get rich.
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Aware foundations…..

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on December 20, 2017 by JenJuice

Death is simply forgetting to breathe…….

Ties.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2017 by JenJuice

If it was never broken, how can it ever be fixed?

The you, I see

Can be on top

Of me

Loving

The inner peace

I find every day

Around 5 and before

You leave

Remember

Not to go

So fast.

Cuz, time doesn’t exist

And neither

Do I.

I live.

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Jun-if-I-er.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on November 26, 2017 by JenJuice

Every night I run- I hear that dose out of the heavy-heart erection

Of my emotions that I just resist feeling.

The internal wreckage has a ship wrecked fountain pen

Just waiting to be used and abused

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