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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, January 09, 2007
Blindly Striking into the Light
 I remembered when I was a kid that I would take a chalk and draw a fruit basket on the expanse of our patio where we dry coffee beans during December. I'd then call out to mom to look at it from the window on the 2nd floor to surprise her. It's sort of a copy of a still-life picture that used to hang in the dining room. Well, well, well. I haven't died. *Whew* And now I'm on the verge of making another rash decision. But what the hey, most of the best decisions I made in life were thoughtless out-of-the-blues. posted by Quentin |
6:19 PM
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