Thursday, August 23, 2012

Chennette

I was born like a chennette:
My green mother-
sliced open down the middle,
And me- squeezed out.
 Pink, sticky, sour.
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2012 at 12:11 AM

    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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