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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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Friday, December 28, 2007
Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night ...
I'm in constant assault by my demons.
That has been the case for years. Yet lately, there emerged a thought ... it's placid and calm and in a way, has been able to give me peace of mind. And these demons are attacking that thought right now . Christmas is over. The new year is about to begin. Yet here I am still plagued by it all. Good news? I wish there was. I usually write a lot during the month of December. Looks like this year, it won't be the case. I'm writing in too ambiguous a way simply because I was itching to write it, but not exactly give away what I mean. It's a sign of fear ;) posted by Quentin |
11:15 AM
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