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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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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Lingering Notes, Agony Manifest
Man, I've been continually bombarded by songs all day everyday.
Bad part about that is, I sometimes welcome it. I try my hardest to pull whatever meaning I could from the lyrics, while forcibly putting aside the tune in some backwater portion of my brain. I succeed, for a while. So, I have these sentences lingering in my head, sometimes I couldn't connect from which song I got it. Result, a mash of breakfast cereals and chicken bits. Guh. * free to admit that I am wrong and change my life * turn around, turn it around, turn this life around * highschool she was the gurl that made me do the hula hoop around the gym * you refill my place, you refill my place * if you show me a sign then I will die for you * she hates the sound goodbyes make ave atque vale posted by Quentin |
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