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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, March 24, 2006
Prose: The First Word
- Q.Montejo
Been long since I made a piece. This one is made out of braind damage while pondering on the simplicity of haikus [though you'll notice these aren't metered in anyway] and a lot of oriental paintings. I'm sure you people what those are like. <3 simple art ~~~ Us humans are incredibly Repressed creatures Are we not? Just look at a crowd Everyone goes here and there Faces that don't mean to you It's even hard to find a face Who'd look back at you And call your name It's a sweet sound Is it not? Someone calling your name ... Us humans are incredibly Repressed that we forget Yet it happens Out of hate Or neglect Or forgetfulness If someone can Know my name And utter it Then I Can never feel alone Or dull And if someone Can say it Out of serendipity Is it not A very joyous miracle Wouldn't you agree? If someone can Say it as sweetly Then I am terribly whole Because I am known I am here I belong ... posted by Quentin |
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