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About me: | Jenni.23.Proud parent of a beautiful baby boy - Silas. Born on Oct. 25th at 9:17pm 9lbs 10oz 20in long. We couldn't be happier :]. Writer. Thats all you need to know about me before getting to know me :p comment me. | Interests: | Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Mother mother fuck. Mother mother fuck fuck. Mother fuck mother fuck.
Noise noise noise.
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Noise noise noise.
Smokin weed, smokin weed.
Doin' coke, drinkin beers.
Drinkin beers, beers beers.
Rollin' fatties, smokin blunts.
Who smokes the blunts? We smoke the blunts.
Rollin' blunts and smokin um'
15 bucks, little man, put that shit in my hand.
If that money doesn't show then you owe me owe me owe.
My jungle love.
Oh e oh e oh.
I think I wanna know ya know ya ... yeah, what.
| Fav Music: | My Favorite songs on FFR are the songs that make my fingers dance (: | Fav Movies: | Blood&Guts | Homepage: | http://www.facebook.com/JediShmookenstein |
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Rammstein- AmourPosted on: April 27, 2012, at 02:23:12am [ 0 comments] Afroman- Colt 45Posted on: April 13, 2012, at 06:42:58pm [ 0 comments]
InhalePosted on: March 14, 2011, at 07:07:36am [ 4 comments] Fire ignites;
crackling bounces off of perfect crystal leaves.
Inhale-
the sweet intoxication of marijuana into my lungs.
exhale-
a beautiful cloud of smoke.
Relaxation-
calm falls over me.
I leave the world that consumes me
to enter the world I consume.
The air is now filled with laughter,
not a single thought of despair.
I'm surrounded by blitzed smiles,
and a night without a care.
INFO:Poem I wrote for a contest about smoking weed on allpoetry.com. I won :] The Black Queen.Posted on: March 14, 2011, at 06:12:02am [ 0 comments] Ensnared by fog;
I'm on the other side-
looking at the world through another's eyes.
Such a busy mind,
I'm only ever half there.
Endlessly disoriented;
my days all twist together.
It seems that I've forgotten how to feel.
Is any of this real?
The more I breathe, the more it hurts.
Time and thoughts combine.
Countless hours wasted on emptiness.
The shadows grow larger- sharp branches longing to consume me.
Psychological beings fighting to control me.
I am my own leech.
My imagination claws at me-
I'm crawling out of my skin.
Everything I touch feels like fire.
Constant restless nights
full of violent sub-conscious fights.
I'm trapped inside a mind that isn't mine anymore.
She's taken over and I'm lost.
The queen that holds the thread
has made me her marionette.
I've been damned to dance for her forever.
WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT: When I use "thread" in my poems its actually a reference to my poem "Thread". The Black Queen also often just referred to as "she" is a personification of my depression and I picture her as an evil me. She lives inside of me and eats away at me every day. Sometimes I feel like I'm on the outside looking in, or on the other side of the fog. There's constantly people around me but I still feel alone. So many things go on in my mind and I get stuck there, focusing on stupid thoughts. All of this is extremely difficult to explain. A lot of the time I imagine myself just clawing my way out of my own skin and during that time everything i touch feels awful, like it burns my skin. Any touch during this time is just acidic to me. I feel like there's not enough air to fill my lungs no matter how much I inhale.
Dying's for fools!Posted on: March 9, 2011, at 01:32:54am [ 2 comments] |
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