The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
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.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Planting New Seeds
I guess it's also a decision to be happy is it not? So I won't be limiting myself too much this time :}
I kind of hate sounding like a mush-hearted ninny the past several posts. We all have our moments of weakness anyway, it just so happen mine gets a little 'vocal'. At least I have an outlet, I mean I'd shudder how all others cope with theirs you know.
I'm lifting you up
I'm letting you down
I'm dancing til dawn
I'm fooling around
I'm not giving up
I'm making your love
This city's made us crazy
And we must get out ...
So my steps lead me to taking it easy. I'm letting my own doctor speak out. Coolness. Yeah.
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