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Main Entry: jen·ny
Pronunciation: 'je-nE
Function: noun
1 : a female bird
Everything and nothing.
The indian dress that got blood on it. The look in your eyes that reminds me of mine. A man walking down N. Elm St blind. The fingers playing with your hair. The words I dont care. My own blank stare. Some beautiful thought. An erotic piece of art. An indian, I wanted to be. The child that always drew villages with tepees. Maybe a witch. A natural child of The Mystic. The call for chaos when its clam. The heroin needle you put in your arm. Five dollars my brother gave me. A person rich form counterfeit money. A person you sometimes refer to as honey. Just your reflection. A lost cause looking for direction. An angel sent from heaven. Just your hallucination. A bottle of expensive make-up. A star in the sky. A blink in your eye. Leaves that fall of the trees in Fall. Perhaps, the girl you fucked up against a wall. The striped wallpaper. A bronze door handle. A little bug. Dirt swept underneath a burgundy rug. Just a breath of air you exhale. A severed lucky little white bunny tail. Someones leather fetish. That little white bunnies last bed of lettuce. The Aids virus. That guy on Real World named Cirrus. A little Sunflower seed, you planted. The wish you, finally, got granted. The fire that burned down your house. Your old friend that came back around. Wire on a birds cage. A tumor thats killing your brain. The Special K, I did last night. A cloud in the sky. The sound of a shaken persons sigh. A piercers needle going through your skin. Some Christian persons made up sin. The gun my dad shot and paralyzed that guy with. Also his hate for the government. One of those heavy boxes you have to lift. A tear in your eye. The person that watched you cry. A heart that you hold. Pottery you mold. A book that you read. Just negative things that youve said. Fucking Mother Teresa. Some girl named Nessa. The blood in your veins. A leopards ivory fangs. Becks new cd. A human being. Things that you make. Plans that you break. A pillow you lay your head on. That person you call mom. Some guy named Tom. A dilated pupil from Shrooms. The passing of bad news. The gum on the bottom of your shoe. That girl you knew. A rape victim. A dick penetrating your rectum. The Florida Lottery. The Winters crisp, cool breeze. The Gardenias I have in front of me. The Smithsonian Magazine. That jacket you want from the mall. The janitor working in you City Hall. That chicken that got hit by the baseball. Maybe, the clown you have at your kids birthday party. Two girls getting naughty. The warmth of the sun on your face. The sweet or salty cum taste. The water in a bottle. Just some porcelain doll. Nothing at all...