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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, June 07, 2006
I sometimes believe
That this world is not for me If only because I'm never "there" Or be "here" when it counts the most I've let down people I've disappointed crowds But the deal was never with them was it? And so I believe this world is not for me Yet in my most fevered dreams I believe the reason I'm here or The reason I should be around and such Is because, I only need to meet you ... just you After that my life is complete The circle is closed, and I'm ready to leave Take all my memories with me and exit this fate Look only ahead as I gently close the door behind me ... posted by Quentin |
2:57 PM
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