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Who i amSunday, September 27, 2009   
I'm a writer. Its what I do. I have moments of greatness, followed and preceded by long, long droughts of any kind of ideas quite so ever. I've discovered lately, the trigger points for the periods of brain farts to the moments of genius. It is something very simple yet unbelievably complex.  My life.   
A friend of mine recently brought to my attention, how my ideas and stories come and go, as I am faced with difficult or intense situations in my life. It's how I deal with things, how I process the information and interpret it to my friends and readers. How I feel and how I deal wit Who i am
by ~Wayward-One
Chapter 1Barry wasn’t speeding, but he needed to watch himself as he drove east along the interstate, cops were everywhere it seemed  when he was on the road. He wondered if his old Chevy truck caught their attention as he slowed another mile or two just in case.   
His arm hung out the window, the wind blowing in his face since he didn’t have an air conditioner at the end of this blazing hot summer. Barry turned up the radio and changed the station, praying for a little rock n roll somewhere on the old dial. He was heading into his 22nd  hour on the road, his 2nd to last of his long journey, but his energy leve Chapter 1
by ~Wayward-One
Heartache and herLooking like a heartache and drinking something just as bad. I watched her from across the bar and wondered what the gold liquid actually was. My guess was tequila, if you looked liked a heartache, you usually had been drinking tequila, or you needed to…either way.   
She might have been pretty, but her eyes that normally would have been the color of the blue agave plant were now tear stained and bloodshot. Her hair long, brown and behind her, but the lighting and the smoke from the room gave it a reddish tint. She looked like a heartache as she  had another shot, the empty glasses piling up beside her, she never had Heartache and her
by ~Wayward-One
i dont have to wonder.Isn’t it funny…how you can be in love with someone,  them not even know you are alive and you feel that way,  or maybe, it’s the other way around. They know how you feel, but don’t or refuse to feel the same…which is worse being rejected…or being unknown?  
 
An old Chevy truck pulled onto the side street and parked on the curb opposite the church… He was in a simple shirt and tie, but he could not bring himself to go inside. He rolled down his window and watched the chauffeur smoke a cigarette by the long white limousine.   
The man looked through the stained glass wo i dont have to wonder.
by ~Wayward-One
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I'm still listening...

Tue Jul 14, 2009, 10:27 PM
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Seether
  • Drinking: Tea
well its sad to realize its been 6 months since my last journal. i used to do one a day. (if not more)

life's been interesting. i am living in oklahoma at the moment. quit my job and used my savings to move here to be with some family i havent seen in 6+ years. some of them werent even born when i left.

other than looking for work and trying to write again, not much is up. debating if i wanna go back to Sc or stay here, any suggestions?

alot of my old friends dont even use dA anymore, this is sad. many were talented and this was one was i always could keep up with them since they lived many miles away.

anyway. leave me something to read.

Peace.
WayWard_
One

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  • Current Residence: Oklahoma
  • deviantWEAR sizing preference: 4X
  • Interests: music, love, god, poetry, short stories
  • Favourite movie: angus
  • Favourite band or musician: shinedown, staind, meat loaf, garth brooks, seether, tupac, submersed, kenny chesney, alter bridge.
  • Favourite genre of music: everything
  • Operating System: vista
  • MP3 player of choice: non applicable
  • Wallpaper of choice: seether disclaimer 2 cover art
  • Skin of choice: leather cover
  • Favourite game: i'll tell you later
  • Favourite gaming platform: Ps2
  • Favourite cartoon character: goofie
  • Personal Quote: Dont hold the past against anyone.
  • Tools of the Trade: Anything applicable

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~x-inkbird-x Jan 10, 2009, 12:18:48 AM
Thankyou for the fav. Much appreciated.
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~Wayward-One Jan 12, 2009, 12:05:55 AM
no problem. anytime.

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A heartbeat skip, relationship
So we would stay up late
A teardrop drip below your lip
Beside the airport gate
A sudden slip from where
We used to be a year ago

Blue October
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~Wayward-One Nov 5, 2008, 9:02:30 PM
no prob!

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A heartbeat skip, relationship
So we would stay up late
A teardrop drip below your lip
Beside the airport gate
A sudden slip from where
We used to be a year ago

Blue October
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=mzscarecrow1313 Sep 29, 2008, 10:06:24 PM
thanks for the fav

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The Beauty of Horror,The Horror of Beauty.
pink is not rock n roll bitches
musings on wannabe porn stars to a friend. I don't think even a zombie could find brains on this chick....:iconzombieplz:
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~Wayward-One Sep 29, 2008, 10:08:41 PM
no problem

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A heartbeat skip, relationship
So we would stay up late
A teardrop drip below your lip
Beside the airport gate
A sudden slip from where
We used to be a year ago

Blue October
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~pueang Sep 21, 2008, 7:32:40 PM
Thanks for the fave..

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War never decided who was right, only who was left.
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~Wayward-One Sep 21, 2008, 7:33:58 PM
np

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A heartbeat skip, relationship
So we would stay up late
A teardrop drip below your lip
Beside the airport gate
A sudden slip from where
We used to be a year ago

Blue October
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~Wayward-One Sep 18, 2008, 9:26:58 PM
no prob

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A heartbeat skip, relationship
So we would stay up late
A teardrop drip below your lip
Beside the airport gate
A sudden slip from where
We used to be a year ago

Blue October
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