And Time Alone Stands Still for Some

[sladethefireman]

So I have stayed up for most of the night the past two nights. . .rolling around in bed thinking about things. . .because that's what slades do. There is something about this place. . .I keep saying that. . .and I mean it. . .I've had trouble pinning it down and I still don't think I have it all together, but I came up with something. I mean this

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[trickyspecies]

this was the most eloquent lj entry EVER.

oh, and kevin agress with me. i'm coming to jonesboro once you're back. any ideas where i can sleep?

[sladethefireman]

Well. . .I get back on the 4th. . .but I'll be in Memphis that day and most likely spending the night there.

So I'll be back in realpeopleville on the 5th. . .and I think there is a bar excursion planned. The 6th, 7th, and 8th are pretty free by my estimation.

Jon has a couch. . .which means various things could happen. . .you could sleep in my bed and I could sleep on Jon's couch. . .you could sleep in my bed and I could sleep in my recliner. . .or we could work something out with Jon where you sleep on his bed and he sleeps on the couch. . .or we could all just grab a tent and camp out on the lawn.

[anonymous]

What is it exactly that makes something beautiful? It does indeed seem strange that beauty is definable only to those who see the flaws therein. Is beauty an acceptance of the flaws that we see within ourselves? That would seem a bit vain, but aren't all emotions stimuli for self preservation? And isn't that what makes it all so beautiful anyway? Just observe, I say. Soak it up and love it that much more. It's only illusive because you don't understand it, and the great workings of the mind are all just a matter of perception. It's a crazy, fucked up world. You're in a beautiful place now. You shouldn't miss home, or Antarctica when you leave. You should be where you are when you are. The people that love you love you and that's all there is. Be happy, be safe. Be true. You made an impression. Could it be that the mystery in an impression is the uncertainty of the outcome? People aren't perfect, as you said, and you learn to love the flaws-- either because they are there, or because perfection can not be procreated by

[sladethefireman]

I don't think anyone can love anything that is perfect. . .I am of the personal opinion that the only discernable feeling that can eke out of an encounter with perfection. . .is awe. It is hard to go back to it. . .would you even want to go back to it. . .I don't know

[sladethefireman]

Oh and did you get my letter? Just curious. . .some things that were said make it sound sort of like you didn't get it. If not. . .then I really need to talk to you.

[anonymous]

Slade,

Cool.

-Hannah

Just kidding, man! Actually, no, I did not get your letter...