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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, October 03, 2007
Let Me Find the Sun
Even though lots of good things are happening to me, there's one thing that hasn't changed.
I am still in a state of disrepair. It sounds like a bunch gibberish I know. Or maybe I'm not busy enough. Or I am that introspective that I notice things like this even though I am busy. I want to sleep. For a long time. Not that I am tired. It's just I've done so much. And for the first time in long while ... I wish I was just rich and whiled my time away. Saying that feels illegal as I've always believed working hard for what you want. It's just that I'm still working hard even though I don't want much of anything. Am I crazy? posted by Quentin |
7:30 PM
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