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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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Sunday, May 18, 2008
Breath of Dirt
I'm an asian that
Don't feel like that all I've loved this land But this land breathes me out A toxic fume, that's what I am But I take in all of this Polluted gaze and outcast glares Oh I'm sorry I'm not normal Wish I could spit out All the songs of Every rock metal band My own disappointment Isn't giving me enough Tranquilizing effect Was I angry at the world? Maybe, maybe not One thing's for sure I want out . posted by Quentin |
11:51 AM
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