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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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Thursday, August 10, 2006
Prose: I Don't Mind
I hold my face up the mirror And see tired, weary eyes From all the deceit and despair Some I even did to myself But I don't mind it a bit I don't mind at all I'm living a life With lots of things to be desired There's only so much I can do With this heart and two hands Oh but you know, I don't mind I don't mind that at all Right now, everything is okay Everything is alright At times it might not But you know, that's not too bad Because I won't mind I won't mind it at all :)  God, I miss Palawan posted by Quentin |
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