Not Again
why call your words white satin
when -- wet them,
they rip like paper
your oil and my water
won't mix, won't unmix
there you sit,
hovering atop my mind
posted by CTam at 11:09 PM
Fifty Percent
Five parts writer, four physicist, seven thinker. The rest is theatre or life.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
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About Me
- Name: CTam
- Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States
I don't write as much as I'd like to, but what I do write generally ends up here at some point during its evolutionary stages. In other words, everything you'll see here is fiction (or fictionalized truth).
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