Chennette Posted on: August 23, 2012 Last updated on: January 4, 2018 Written by: ishara Comments: 1 I was born like a chennette: My green mother- sliced open down the middle, And me- squeezed out. Pink, sticky, sour. Skip back to main navigation
You know that split second between admiring another artist's work and being bitterly jealous of their talent, that lets you know you think they're really good, I just had it. Reply
You know that split second between admiring another artist's work and being bitterly jealous of their talent, that lets you know you think they're really good, I just had it.