The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
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.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Nonsense Prose: Somewhere
I think I found peace ...
I think I can see myself where I'll be for the rest of my life
Isn't that great? Isn't it cool?
Finally a direction
I'll have days of clear skies
Some days cold rain will fall, but that's just fine
Because I'll move
And I'll be quietly happy somewhere
Gazing at this good life
Some days I'll hear piano playing
I can see me painting oil on canvas
Taking pictures of the mundane and the grandiose
I can see me surfing waves
I think I can be quietly happy somewhere
Some days cold rain will fall, but that's just fine ...
Because life is great, life is good :)
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