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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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Monday, September 03, 2007
Mr. Brightside - The Killers
 Coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss It was only a kiss  Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab While he's having a smoke And she's taking the drag Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his chest now  He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look It's killing me And taking control  Jealousy Turning saints into the sea Turning through sick lullaby Joking on your alibi But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes I'm Mr. Brightside ~~~ Hmm. Weird. I can crack all sorts of jokes without me knowing and even in times when I feel like my world has toppled over. posted by Quentin |
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