Posted on August 23, 2012Author ishara 1 Comment on Chennette Chennette I was born like a chennette: My green mother- sliced open down the middle, And me- squeezed out. Pink, sticky, sour.
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. Anonymous September 2, 2012 Reply
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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.
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