Friday, May 12, 2006

OK this song rocks every fiber of my being. it's called lovesick and was originally by bob dylan but my favorite version is by the white stripes.

i'm walking through streets that are dead
i'm walking with you in my head
my feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
and the clouds are weeping
did i hear someone tell a lie
did i hear someone distant cry
i spoke like a child, you destroyed me with a smile
while i was sleeping
i'm sick of love
but i'm in the thick of it
i'm sick of love
i guess i'm lovesick
sometimes silence can be like thunder
sometimes i wanna take to the road and blunder
could you ever be true
i think of you and i wonder
i'm sick of love
i wish i never met you
this kind of love i'm tryin to forget you
just dont know what to do
i'd give anything to be with you

Haha i love it. oh by the way, my background is my signature. it means scarlett the white raven. edit that. the image you BRIEFLY see before the page loads is my signature. it wont stay put.
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

well i guess none of us have anything to do right now, so how about we go visit the ballroom of the ghost?
so this is a ballroom right? he said and she replied i guess so. well shouldnt we dance then? any other action would be inappropriate, he said, and she smiled and said yes it would. so they danced, and noone else acknowledged them, and they were left to their own devices, but they still had fun. if only everything worked that way right? like that thing you wanted just yesterday, but there was none left, disappointment shown on your face. what was that? why did you look like you'd seen the coming of christ just now? in the right place the wrong time maybe i'll find what i'm looking for, but i wigh you hadnt sighed and been mad, it was just a question. well did this entertain you for awhile?

i'm trying to find a way to put my signature at the end of my posts, so if anyone knows how i'd realy appreciate it!
~xaijian~
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Monday, May 8, 2006

   if i yelled stop when you were playing would you listen? if i said come when you were busy would you come running? dont lie man. can you look straight and say yes without a twitch? mouths open pounding on the door of my apartment. i can hear you. you dont need to shout. someone once said, "so dark the con of man." was that right? was it you that said it? dont patronize that child! no more is needed, so why do you keep taking more? when will you ever be satisfied with what you got? not today she said.

tricolor moon rose tonight
shone on a flower of red and white
im just waiting and bidding my time
children dont give up that dime
sun was hid behind clouds this morning
little boy said stormy skies was turning
but tarnished is the white of man
child you'll have to wait till then.

Yay! I ordered the awesomest dvd this weekend!! i cant wait till it gets here!!!
xaijian
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Friday, May 5, 2006

   la petite mort
a poem

my what a plight
miss scarlett white
what will happen now
how was it back then?
even though it was too old
you see it different now
cant runaway and forget
the tunes will change
so far away
she cant come visit you today
what has gone now
may never come back
stuck listening to the same
A track
fate smile kind.
---------------------------- my "rant"
pervading despair, lurking close at hand always now, bones chilled constant, too soon you'll be nostalgic, the child's broken toy, ugly color! you must have thought on this, and, deciding it was for the best, went ahead, thinking you were happy, but everyday your skin yellower and your eyes redder. if youre really happy why do you look like death? not so anymore? well he was pressured into it? maybe. maybe not. you know what you were hoping for. but with this new development it pushed you to the edge and realization hit. noone will ever be the same. doomed to life alone right. but maybe thats what you really want. maybe just seeing that makes you jealous. stay the truth. satisfaction is death. satisfaction is death. satisfaction is death. thats what he said. take that advice.

sorry about the longness. ~xaijian~
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Wednesday, May 3, 2006

Scarlett Teresa White born Tuesday May 2nd, 2006.


i had intended to post something that i wrote but i dont have the time right now. ~xaijian~
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Saturday, April 29, 2006

" your morning can go however you want it. noone owes you breakfast for example. noone owes you aride. and you know damn well you could walk there if you wanted to. and you know too that you could have what you need. to give is true and admirable too but to be taken from is loss and totally false. imagine that you are being taken from. what faith is tested? what hope is wuthering? what angel was persecuted who worked so hard at something never to achieve it? prove it to me. and what child who was innocent was pushed to the ground never to get up again? where's he/she at now? where's a starbucks when you need one? am i in destiny, am i in my kitchen? youre the book dammit. you are the morning...." -III
whew! tired fingers....
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Thursday, April 27, 2006

you took a white orchid turned it blue
im mad! i cant find my little poetry book! i wrote something to share in there! but here's something else.

Pure, unpressed version of the truth, doesnt make a sound, as you cringe at the thought of what its beauty umplies, satisfaction is death, i eat when necessary. it's a complicated subject, not to be handled by those with wuthering thoughts. perhaps one day unresting as it is, we may stop to ponder this.

Ciao
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

   i'm a candy cane!
Here is a weird thing that i guess could be considered a rant. it comes from a white stripes cd book (de stijl).

"When ideas become too complicated and the pursuit of perfection is misconstrued as a need for excess. when there is so much involved that individual components cannot be discerened. when it is hard to break the rules of excess, then new rules need to be established. it descends back to the beginning where to construction of things visual or aural is too uncomplicated not to be beautiful. but this is done in the knowledge that we can only become simple to a point and than there is nowhere else to go. there are definite natural things which cannot be broken down into lesser components. even if the goal of achieving beauty from simplicity is aesthetically less exciting it may force to mind to acknowledge the simple components that make the complicated beautiful.
-III "
*wipes a tear from eye* LOL JK
YAY! I KILLED THE SPIDER! THE STUPID FURRY THING IS DEAD! WHEEEEEEE! Bye
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Monday, April 24, 2006

   *SHUDDER* i cant believe im even here in this room.... there is a spider bigger than a QUARTER hiding...somewhere...in here....*SHUDDER*
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Saturday, April 22, 2006

   weirdest friday of my life
the story is too long too say but i'll list some of the things that happened.
1. my stepdad let us listen to something other than hair nation or 70s
2. i consumed almost two shots
3. we listened to part of a dvd of MY favorite band FOR ONCE and we're supposed to listen to the rest tonight.
4. my parents REALLY LIKE my favorite band
5. we stayed up till 2 am
6. woke up at 10;30 this morning
7. cant figure out why theres a chair in front of the couch....
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STRANGE NIGHTS
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