The brother’s Lynch. I am so sorry that you are visually impaired, but because you cannot perceive the majesty of these young men. Are they why this photograph is so hauntingly beautiful? Doubtful- they are hollow, beautiful knockoffs. It’s the light, my darling! It echos a mourning, I’ll paint it for you… You hear air, it’s familiar. It’s bringing spring down, but also thunder. Electric. For you, perhaps, there is something to this spring? A hue? Yes… you can. It is Blue. It permeates throughout your total being, totally. We are all riding this blue marble. We are blue-blooded. We are everything Regina Spektor sang about on her magnificent album “Blue”. We are true blue. Though, if you should ever doubt, lay here with me and soak in the everything. The bullshit, the pathos… the bang. ¡Elegancia se vuelve magnífica! The boys stand (pose), looking just beyond the horizon. They are just out of reach… but then again, darling, so are we.

As the sun sets on America tonight, think on these lads. These brothers who, because of mutant genes & sexy jeans… they are perfection.

There is no light like “Blue Hour” on the West Coast. Oh, it pulls my heart back there. Good night lovelies.
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