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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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Thursday, September 22, 2005
The Wrecked
Lately, I've been broadcasting to my friends that I'm a wreck. It's an exaggeration ofcourse. It's just a defense mechanism of mine for being visited by bad thoughts and memories lately. From a really, really long time ago.
Nobody said it was easy Oh it was such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy Nobody said it would be so hard I'm going back to the start ... It's just back then, I couldn't imagine myself to be a liar. I lied about a lot of things. Maybe it's a side effect of dreaming too much. Oh well. Now that's in the drain. *flush* posted by Quentin |
9:24 AM
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