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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, October 14, 2005
Must Get Out
I'd tried to laugh but cry instead
patiently waiting for the words you never said ... fuck, i'm in a melodramatic mood today. fuckity fuck fuck. i'm dancing til dawn i'm fooling around there's only so much i can do for you i'm lifting you up i'm letting you down i'm dancing til dawn i'm not giving up i'm making your love this city is making us crazy and we must get out posted by Quentin |
9:46 AM
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