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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, August 22, 2006
Grace's String
Oh, one reason I feel gloomy is that one of Grace's strings gave way. When I pulled her from her case, it's just all twirly and stuff.
Probably an omen of doom. On another note, I might decide to take violin lessons. If it pushes through, I think I'll name my violin, Leigh. I think it's a pretty name. Okay, subliminally, it's because the people I encounter with names resembling it usually are beautiful people. Leigh Nash for one ^_^ posted by Quentin |
6:07 PM
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