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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, February 22, 2005
Message of the Undying II
I would love to see you
Where the world does not know Where the moonlight is ours and ours alone It is there where I saved me and you When your smile is mine, all mine When my warmth is yours to have How I would love to be there again How I desire to say the dearest things Only your ears will hear, only your hands can touch But now it is all in a hard, encrusted heart Covered with cold moss and dangling roots Signifying the death of dreams, all gently rotting -- This poem is too gay. Couldn't quite recreate the first one. But it'll stay here until I improve it. posted by Quentin |
5:19 PM
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