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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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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Prose: The World Between Electric Lights and the Ceiling
- Q.Montejo
I think the dream that I just let go got trapped It was supposed to go straight to the sky Somehow it didn't find the clouds And haven't passed through the roof It's stuck in a space between That fluorescent bulb and the panels It is there were the moths and geckos Were trying to find its door Trying to tap and claw at the entrance It stands unyielding to their cry Yet my dream is in there somehow You were in it, in this dream I was thinking of not caring anymore But I got ashamed of that very thought So to set it free from the world Between the electric lights and the ceiling I stood up and turned off the switch And went back to bed to sleep posted by Quentin |
12:56 AM
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