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It's still 1960.

Judson_Kaique
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Boys, don't forget your ties. It's still 1960. We can go out and ride horses. This is the beginning of a new era and the end of a decade marked by war. While the world recovers, we'll ride horses. Gentlemen, don't forget your lassos. We can lasso aimlessly. This is the beginning of a new era and the end of a decade marked by war. While the world recovers from the war, we'll ride horses. We can do this again many times. It's the beginning of a new era. Let's celebrate with whiskey. Oh God, w

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Boys, don't forget your ties. It's still 1960.

We can go out and ride horses. This is the beginning of a new era and the end of a decade marked by war.

While the world recovers, we'll ride horses. Gentlemen, don't forget your lassos. We can lasso aimlessly. This is the beginning of a new era and the end of a decade marked by war.

While the world recovers from the war, we'll ride horses.

We can do this again many times. It's the beginning of a new era. Let's celebrate with whiskey.

Oh God, we'll do this again as night falls. This is the beginning of a new era and the end of a decade marked by war.

While the world recovers, we'll ride horses and we'll do it again.

A post-war vision.

Judson Kaique

July 26, 2026

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  • MelanieOdum

    there's something both funny and sad about wanting to go backwards. like you know it won't feel the same if you got it.

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  • theointhebackrow

    okay but would you actually ride horses though 😂

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  • NikhilRaman

    the repetition is doing something. you keep saying the same thing like you're trying to convince someone (maybe yourself?)

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  • PaulaOkonkwo

    is this something you actually want to do or something you think you should want?

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  • readsOnTheTrain

    the ties and lassos part is such a weird specific thing. very 1960.

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  • samReads2

    this reads like a daydream someone keeps having

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  • gwen64

    what does the whiskey mean to you here? is it celebration or is it forgetting?

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  • benfromnights

    the "lasso aimlessly" thing makes me laugh a bit. like just riding around doing nothing productive because you can.

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