Pink Lipstick Is an experiment in art making --Is an experiment in social media -Is an experiment in Love. Is an experiment in truth.
Pink Lipstick
Written By: Jennifer Lorraine Fraser Images by: Jennifer Lorraine Fraser --- I decided to write and make this book in response to the multitude of posts online telling women the best shades of pink lipstick to wear --- educating women in how to be
#prettier Social media - where so-called friends can tear you to bits because of bad lighting in a picture of your face. Judge you on your random thoughts... automatic writing never had it so good! Be prepared for the simplest of lnguage... the kitchiest of imagery... textual longing at a base level. Textual anger within an animalistic ritual. All you have to do is look at the pictures. make your own pseudo poem... and Always Love!
#selfibit
Bug Bites and Painted Toes Summer dreams and lollypop creams A girl in June Blisters and bandaids Shoes unworn Limping smiling into the city Reality keeps shining its light on her That girl in dresses Daily – moving – changing Hugs and kisses Simple musings Anger stormed – he lied – she hunched Hunched over frightened of her own intentions Being understood – she chuckled – cackled Her obsession led to her frustration Cackled – hunched – lied Heart – bled – lost Love Survived in the deep waves July – tears – strangeness Friends do not treat friends like that. Or perhaps, It was only the #truth Obsession was an experiment Your meanness was not.
….When you know you can’t say anything to anyone about something but have to get it out somehow….
When I tried a dating site and the guy asked if my veins showed through my skin.... like a good ginger’s legs should. #prettier
Projections ....Can I see your ID please.... ..... You look like youre 40+...... ....You look like you are 18.... .....No, Don’t Dye your hair!! It is beautifl with all of the different tones..... ......Oh you have to dye your hair, you look old.... ......I’m going to get a dress like that so I can look like I have huge boobies.... .....STOP SMOKING!!!..... .....You look old... You know what smoking does to your skin..... ......Hot!..... ......No Comment..... .....I’d rather chat with someone who is absolutely crazy than even attempt a friendship with you.... .....Keep posting.... but I’m going to Ignore you after 10 chats..... ......Do you have a boyfriend??? Are you Married??? Do you have any kids???.... .....We’re going to meet at 11:30.... Where are you? ... no response until midnight. .... I got busy. .....You have too much drama.... ....Oh, now they are going to say you are the crazy one... ....Hello... Oh wait, I made a mistake, you’re not disturbed enough for my advances.... I can’t take anymore of this. I can’t speak one on one. Will someone just ask... How are you?
#selfibit
Years ago.... I met Theresa, a street woman, sitting outside my place of work. She was sitting on a cardboard box with flower petals stuck to her eyelids. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She said she would tell my my fortune... My fortune was that I was going to lock eyes with my true love, the one I was going to be with. That happened. We broke up.... Last week, I saw Theresa again. Sitting this time on a book on the side of the street. I sat down with her, and she offered me a bit of cardboard box to sit on. or was it a book and she was sitting on a cardboard box. I told her of her fortune. She said things come to her, and then she quickly forgets it because she is not supposed to remember the gifts she shares with others. She looked into my eyes and barely could stay within my gaze. She said my eyes were so sad. So so so sad. I got up, and she said Know your gaurdian angel is right there beside you. Know it... She looked above my shoulder her eyes twinkled and then her attention was lost. If you ever meet Theresa, please help her. She has the gift.
Dear Stranger.....
#PRETTIER
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------ And that’s What she said.......