Random shit I wanted to post that has no feasible connection whatsoever to any definition of "rawness"


It's late and I'm up working and the street's hushed in sleep and the night looks like cobalt and smells like stargazer lilies unfurled on the coffee table and I've got a six-pack of Blue Moon in the fridge which I'd forgotten is so delicious and my eyes are getting tired but there's so much I want to get done and Hearn sent the cutest wedding pics today including this one which just generally makes me feel warm and connected and happy to be alive and so grateful for a particular few dozen souls living mostly on the opposite coast who sing and know obscure musical theater references and all the lyrics to bouncin' around the room and most of all who make me laugh.

Shout out.

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