really long...might wanna skip
It seems Ive hit a long dry spell in my current storyline...which is extremely annoying as the whole reason, okay one of the reasons, I started this journal was to do some writing and such. After some reflection I have decided to try a different way of writing and see if that helps. However I really enjoy the character of "Steele" that I have in my head so I think I will keep with him as the main character. Besides changing the story a bit Im also going to try actually writing it a bit differently. In the past I have written my rough draft in a notebook and then transfered it. This time Im going to try using Word Pad and then copying it here. Anyways here is what I have so far....
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"Everyone knows Im the hard working peace loving type.
Id walk a thousand miles out of my way just to keep from a fight.
Poke fun at the way that I talk or this hat that I wear,
you can say what you want about me, see if I care.
But one slip of the tongue about my God(s) or my mama,
or this flag that I wear on my shirt,
you'll see a side of me man that I dont think that you wanna.
Cause them there fighting words." Trace Adkins "Fighting words"
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Im a freak. There really is no way to sugar coat it and Ive long ago learned to accept it. Im simply a square peg in a world of round holes. Maybe this should bother me, make me all depressed or angry at the world while I act like my sheer existence is a curse on all that have to endure the sight of me. Perhaps I should run away to some remote corner of the globe, now there's a statement I could never understand but that's getting off subject, and hide my furry muzzle from all humankind. Surely I must know Im a cancer on this otherwise blemishless world so why shouldnt I take my mixed up hide and disappear somewhere.
Okay so I am being overly dramatic, so sue me, but Ive been dealing with this kind of thinking for far too long. Then again I guess I still tend to come across as some angsty twit no matter how you slice it. It's just how society is and no matter how you try to put a positive spin on things you end up sounding like an whiney snot nosed punk. Sarcasm and negativity in the face of adversity has gotten me this far in life so I stick with it like an overly warn out security blanket. Sure I end up sounding like an asshole at times but I stand by the tried and true.
So just what makes me a freak and why do I allow myself to have the label? Dont I work just like everyother middle class schmuck? Of course I do. After all I have to do my part to support Uncle Sam somehow, right? While we are on that note let me state for the record that I take part in other civic duties as well such as voting and jury duty. I even sat on a jury once like a patriotic member of society. I also drive my, well it's actually the bank's as I havent finished paying on it yet, car like other licensed motorists. Hell Ive even gotten more than my fair share of tickets for things ranging from speeding to having a headlight out with almost everything else in between. Yet Im a good soul for the most part and have never done anything illegal, well at least nothing I ever got caught doing. While I dont consider myself a "goody two shoes" I can say with a clear conscious that you wont be seeing this mug on "America's most wanted" any time soon. Ive had my fifteen minutes of fame already and that was more than enough thank you very much. For the first almost two decades of my life I learned, loved, lost, and experienced the wide spectrum of emotions. I have played sports and gotten my share of bumps and bruises though thankfully I havent done any real damage to myself. I have seen the highs and lows that life could throw at me, been so alone that I wanted to howl to the moon and surrounded by a few good friends, and been knocked on my tail end, picked myself up and been knocked down again. Seems all very, ummm, "vanilla" right? Sure if I was your average run of the mill human.
Just look at me and you will see that Im anything but normal. Everything about me screams "Freak" from my horns, to my wings, and even my fur. But that's only skin, well scale anyways, deep so I dont let such a trivial thing as looks get me down. Let them call me what they will since I know Im just as "human" as they are. That little fact might be a bit more disturbing to the human race as anything else.
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"This is a song that nobody knows.
I couldnt begin to describe how it goes.
But it makes me cry or laugh right out loud.
It's the song that I sing when there's no one around.
This is the man that nobody sees
he wears my old clothes and he looks just like me.
Just one of the boys gets lost in the crowd.
He's the man that I am when there's no one around." Garth Brooks "When there's no one around"
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"Everyone knows Im the hard working peace loving type.
Id walk a thousand miles out of my way just to keep from a fight.
Poke fun at the way that I talk or this hat that I wear,
you can say what you want about me, see if I care.
But one slip of the tongue about my God(s) or my mama,
or this flag that I wear on my shirt,
you'll see a side of me man that I dont think that you wanna.
Cause them there fighting words." Trace Adkins "Fighting words"
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Im a freak. There really is no way to sugar coat it and Ive long ago learned to accept it. Im simply a square peg in a world of round holes. Maybe this should bother me, make me all depressed or angry at the world while I act like my sheer existence is a curse on all that have to endure the sight of me. Perhaps I should run away to some remote corner of the globe, now there's a statement I could never understand but that's getting off subject, and hide my furry muzzle from all humankind. Surely I must know Im a cancer on this otherwise blemishless world so why shouldnt I take my mixed up hide and disappear somewhere.
Okay so I am being overly dramatic, so sue me, but Ive been dealing with this kind of thinking for far too long. Then again I guess I still tend to come across as some angsty twit no matter how you slice it. It's just how society is and no matter how you try to put a positive spin on things you end up sounding like an whiney snot nosed punk. Sarcasm and negativity in the face of adversity has gotten me this far in life so I stick with it like an overly warn out security blanket. Sure I end up sounding like an asshole at times but I stand by the tried and true.
So just what makes me a freak and why do I allow myself to have the label? Dont I work just like everyother middle class schmuck? Of course I do. After all I have to do my part to support Uncle Sam somehow, right? While we are on that note let me state for the record that I take part in other civic duties as well such as voting and jury duty. I even sat on a jury once like a patriotic member of society. I also drive my, well it's actually the bank's as I havent finished paying on it yet, car like other licensed motorists. Hell Ive even gotten more than my fair share of tickets for things ranging from speeding to having a headlight out with almost everything else in between. Yet Im a good soul for the most part and have never done anything illegal, well at least nothing I ever got caught doing. While I dont consider myself a "goody two shoes" I can say with a clear conscious that you wont be seeing this mug on "America's most wanted" any time soon. Ive had my fifteen minutes of fame already and that was more than enough thank you very much. For the first almost two decades of my life I learned, loved, lost, and experienced the wide spectrum of emotions. I have played sports and gotten my share of bumps and bruises though thankfully I havent done any real damage to myself. I have seen the highs and lows that life could throw at me, been so alone that I wanted to howl to the moon and surrounded by a few good friends, and been knocked on my tail end, picked myself up and been knocked down again. Seems all very, ummm, "vanilla" right? Sure if I was your average run of the mill human.
Just look at me and you will see that Im anything but normal. Everything about me screams "Freak" from my horns, to my wings, and even my fur. But that's only skin, well scale anyways, deep so I dont let such a trivial thing as looks get me down. Let them call me what they will since I know Im just as "human" as they are. That little fact might be a bit more disturbing to the human race as anything else.
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"This is a song that nobody knows.
I couldnt begin to describe how it goes.
But it makes me cry or laugh right out loud.
It's the song that I sing when there's no one around.
This is the man that nobody sees
he wears my old clothes and he looks just like me.
Just one of the boys gets lost in the crowd.
He's the man that I am when there's no one around." Garth Brooks "When there's no one around"
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