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The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
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Free of the World. Rain worshipper. Hermit. Tormented mind.
Caged spirit. Defiant and eternal enemy of Destiny and Fate. Poet. Scientist. Artist. Daydreamer.
He who laughs. Slacker. Sleeper. Romancer of wings and clouds. Fiercely independent. He who is ponderous.
Games and anime junkie. Four eyes. Caveman. Nature-lover. He who doesn't think that hard. Non-smoker.
Music-junkie. Counter of blessings. Guitar-hugger.
He who simply wants what everybody else would like to be in this world and the next -- to be happy. |
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Doubt
And after writing what I just did below, I then remembered a disturbing thought I wanted to expound on a blog entry.
What if I am just words? Yeah. Doubt. The only consolation I have with myself, is that in doubting, I am also being true to myself. Be good, be bad, be wrong, be right. It's better than nothing. posted by Quentin |
4:36 PM
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