LENT DAY 20. MY FRIEND SAYS PEOPLE ARE STUPID. I KNOW WHAT HE MEANS. I KNOW WHAT HE MEANS WITHOUT MY FRIEND NAMING NAMES. WE ARE PEOPLE IN PARACLETE SITUATIONS. FLORESCENTING, HUNTING FOR EACH OTHER’S DOORBELLS. LIKE WE KNOW DOORWAYS TO MEANING. THE BONES OF BEAUTY. LIKE WE KNOW HOW TO BE CONTINUED. HOW WE CROWD MAGIC WHEN IT’S HAPPENING. HOW WE KNOW TURNING IN OUR SLEEP TOWARD FRACTIONS. WE KNOW WAKING IS MUSH WHEN SOMETIMES, BARE FEET. WHEN WE ONLY WANT THE TASTELESSNESS OF WATER. I KNOW IT’S SOMEWHAT ARCHIVAL TO TRUST SOMEONE OR SOMETHING YOU CAN’T TOUCH. THE FEELING AROUND PART IS MAD SAD GENIUS. LIKE BIRTHING A NEW RUSSIA. I KNOW PARENTS KNOW ELATION BUT THAT MOST OF THE TIME WE DON’T SAY IT. I KNOW CHRIST IS NOT ABOLISHER OF LAW OR PROPHETS. AND NOW I KNOW THAT HANS SOLO CAN CRASH LAND A VINTAGE PLANE IN REAL LIFE NOT PHONY LAND. I DON’T WANT TO LAND. BUT I KNOW THE FEAST OF THE SKY AND THAT WE SHOULD’VE ALL DIED BY NOW. AND THAT WE HAVE NOT AND NAMING NAMES IS NOT NECESSARY. I KNOW WHAT HE MEANS.
