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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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Monday, December 19, 2005
Dissected!
After that recent post about Me, Myself, and I, I sort of have a revelation -- things are easier to understand about me now. And this is the frightening part -- what the fuck, I don't think like a guy, I think like a girl (er ... no offense to my femme readers *hee hee*). Whatever pyscho-analysis this one holds, I leave it up to you guys.
If I don't have things easy, I most probably will change my mind because two of me are basically at odds with each other. I guess I need to do some, 'one with nothing' sort of mental exercise. Geez, now I feel like my head is a chatroom from day 1. posted by Quentin |
7:05 AM
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