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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, May 24, 2007
Cruel, Small, Little Things
I don't know what to make of this feeling.
It's like a numbed needle prick you think you can ignore. But it's there. You feel it's there. Amidst the drone of voices of people conversing and teammates declaming project specifications ... the only one I can hear is myself. A numbed little voice that can only say one thing: you're leaving. I'm trying to listen to an mp3 You're leaving I'm trying to read something good on the net You're leaving I'm trying to work on an assignment You're leaving I'm trying to think what to say to you You're leaving I'm trying to be happy for you You're leaving But all I can hear in my head is ... You're leaving Bah, I'll get over it. I always do. But yeah, I'm happy for you. posted by Quentin |
5:18 PM
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