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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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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The Night Beckons
Alrighty, I've started my night shift of which, I dunno for how long I'll be in. There really is no reason for me to go on a schedule like this. Regardless, I do like the graveyard shift.
Why? Because it's the quietest times in the office, no bosses around, and I can hear me think well. Which is good for work. However, the balance is that, I can do whatever I want which leads me to certain abuses ...  Say hello to El Spiky  Would you believe that aftershave has been with me for years? I can't seem to finish the darn thing. Smells really good though (I sniff it sometimes for a bit of high)  See the view at the office, notice how things go dark in the distance ... makes you ponder about despair, hopelessness, and lingering dread all at the same time doesn't it? posted by Quentin |
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