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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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Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Invented phrase
In love, you don't need a philosophy. You simply go nuts. Just something that popped out of my mind while I was trying to get myself to sleep by playing the guitar. Sort of what happens when you read too many song titles and they begin to string together to form some inane thought about ... well ... love. And yes, I sucks at the guitar. The only redeeming factor with all that is that nobody can hear me screech when I try an octave that doesn't belong to me. posted by Quentin |
11:15 AM
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