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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, January 24, 2008
Electric
Time for another song-picture post (the song not necessarily associating with the picture). Electric by Tristan Prettyman.
Take it away.  These tears stain the wood These tears stain the wood Like cups and condensation I am bound to you I cannot break the situation He’s every subject Of every song Like the wind carries He moves me along And the shadows I can’t run from They won’t let me go He’s the ending of a story That I’ll never know  Like the wind carries He’s electric Can’t forget it Yeah he’s electric Don’t forget it Sometimes he fills me up Sometimes it’s such a shock This is more than I bargained for More than I would have bought You still look at me With well acquainted eyes As the memories come flooding back In a field of butterflies  He’s electric It’s electric Don’t forget Yeah it’s electric I can’t forget it I know there’s hope in there But I wanna walk away He’s says it’s bright in there Even in lighter shades of grey And though it looks like rain I’m not gonna cry As the seasons are changing In your heart So will I I will fly  Electric Oh yes the seasons are changing Ohh yes the seasons are changing I’m burning up I’m burning up I’m electric posted by Quentin |
12:04 PM
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