the repetition is doing something. you keep saying the same thing like you're trying to convince someone (maybe yourself?)
It's still 1960.
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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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the repetition is doing something. you keep saying the same thing like you're trying to convince someone (maybe yourself?)
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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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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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okay but would you actually ride horses though 😂
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the repetition is doing something. you keep saying the same thing like you're trying to convince someone (maybe yourself?)
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is this something you actually want to do or something you think you should want?
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the ties and lassos part is such a weird specific thing. very 1960.
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this reads like a daydream someone keeps having
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what does the whiskey mean to you here? is it celebration or is it forgetting?
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the "lasso aimlessly" thing makes me laugh a bit. like just riding around doing nothing productive because you can.
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