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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, April 04, 2007
Here on to, Valleys ...
I thought I could say a jolly "hello".
Believed all is okay. That's what I believed. Was I wrong. There's a reason you're there, and I'm here. There prolly is a reason why our paths didn't cross again. So I put on my cap, and picked up my bag. There are just things that you don't touch anymore. Fare well. There's no reason for me to be here in the first place.  posted by Quentin |
5:34 PM
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