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as blisters cover my hands from the barbell, sweat and blood dripping from my body, i think of my skin as a human bandage and go beyond my strength to work without external forces piece me together. without this protection, my body is raw and real. crossfit.

Posted By jenniele On 07.13.2012 @ 12:12 am

my inability to focus is due to my preoccupied brain, filled with tidbits and details that i dont really need in there. here’s to filtering through that mess and figuring out what really matters.

Posted By jenniele On 09.24.2011 @ 6:09 pm

in this pouch holds the wonders of success, wisdom, and greed. despite the needlessness of this product, the pouch holds the powers that run the world. it doesn’t gain aid to the people, but allows the top of move up while the bottom move lower as their pouch loses weight.

Posted By jenniele On 09.16.2011 @ 2:49 pm

The state of mind that I am in is like punishment. As I ponder the past and try to predict the future, agony fills my mind as I recall every single detail. Fault, blame, purpose, reality, necessity, lust, those are just a few things that cross me as I try to make sense of my actions.

Posted By jenniele On 08.14.2011 @ 1:47 pm

forgetting is one of the hardest things i can do. sometimes my mind will take a glance and for an instant my mind is clear, but to forget, never. with another breath and a shift of attention, i recall the very thing that makes me smile and makes me want to forget. maybe if i can learn to forgive will i forget.

Posted By jenniele On 06.07.2011 @ 3:51 pm

paintings of robust women with porcelain skin. old times when the truth was real and not an abstract figure with no purpose except some existential .

Posted By jenniele On 06.06.2011 @ 4:48 pm

a father’s vest. a hip revival. reminiscent of the good days when classic was charming and vulgarity was uncalled for.

Posted By jenniele On 06.06.2011 @ 2:22 am

chalkboard. memories of childhood and teachers and apples and young children. i learned. i grew. the glimpses of the past are hard to recreate.

Posted By jenniele On 06.05.2011 @ 1:55 am

the lies make me uncertain as to where lies the truth now. i think about how simple things used to be before you. before the webs were made and the knots were tied. now everything is a mess. tangle.

Posted By jenniele On 02.17.2011 @ 4:09 pm

these always remind me of two things: sewing machines and hospitals. my upbringing taught me a lot about both. let’s just say, if you need my help with either, i’d be of great service. stitcher meet… stitcher.

Posted By jenniele On 02.11.2011 @ 12:33 pm

this reminds me of the crazy 60s. being in berkeley, you think about the crazy past. but you wanna know the truth? it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. we have protests, but only one has really made news. it’s like we’re living in the past. failed attempts to feel something that felt so good in the past perhaps? i’m rather over it.

Posted By jenniele On 02.11.2011 @ 12:45 am