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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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Saturday, September 27, 2008
Dark: A Stream of Thought
The lights were dim, and I feel sleepy.
All I could do was crack jokes and have my thoughts somewhere else. This is my half-happy state. There's somewhere else I want to be, but that 'where' place don't exist. So I might as well be here. In the dark. I'm not alone. I utter a name inside my head. Again and again. My stomach is churning from all the beer and from all the wickedness. There's somewhere else I ought to be, but that 'where' is not warm. It does not welcome me. Did I die? There's light behind the door with stained glasses. ~~~ Ugh. Now that gothness is out of the way. I'm here in the office typing away. Waiting for the damn FedEx agent to come by and pick up my stuff. What do I do? posted by Quentin |
1:03 PM
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