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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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Friday, April 22, 2005
Guest Poetry: b.r.u.i.s.e.
Excellent piece. - Quents
-- b.r.u.i.s.e. - bebang in this portrait, the woman is praying her eyes are shut, her lips pursed in secrecy there is mark on her cheek, already brown but the colors of the painting are freshly bruised blue, violet, maroon i want to purchase her, hang her in my living room maria cannot say whether it is print or painting hagod, he calls this technique cariño brutal, it is sometimes called when we love too much and cannot tell why you left no marks when you beat me you clever lover, you pressed your hand over my face as if i could not bear to see it, or lose it i could not breath, i flailed, struggled to free myself this was my prayer but i had begun to love the hurting possessed, i gave you bruises you wore like a garland fragrant with pride away, i prayed, away but the purple twilight had descended posted by Quentin |
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