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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, January 19, 2005
Poetry: Untitled
I don't know if this is from my fellow poet (he is more in the department of anarchy, while I, in passivity)
-- I am caught in endless strife, Endless ferment, endless dream; I cannot conform to Life, Will not travel with the stream. full of passion and desiring life in fervor, blissful living, flight of moments with wishful thinking of foolish lost and pain in parting with all those things i strive to win all the blessings this life impart grasp all knowledge deep within joys and sorrows, soul and heart I am caught in endless cycles endless torment, endless bliss can i tell you how much you mean to me? Only to sacrifice the heart at peace Now as it rolls from day to day from the nothing to the all from the twilight to the starlight endless rise and endless fall take the chance to risk it all earn your winnings, live your lost gone in silence dismal sway never submit but never tall. - bliss in cycles 07-22-2003 posted by Quentin |
9:34 AM
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