Boys aren't made of all things sour

[suburbansig]

So you want to bare my children? And after the apocalypse you see us moving high in the hills to avoid the cultish mutated masses? building a log cabin near a fresh clean river, and teaching the next generation of man to fear technology? And as we grow older, and stricken with what used to be easily cured diseases, we sit on the wooden front

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Stop!

[anonymous]

wouldnt it be nice to wake up one morning next to someone you deeply care for, and just look in their eyes as the new sun filters through the shades, and feel permanence, know that tomorrow and the day after, this is what you wake to see, and that one thought, the single idea, breaths hope into your entire existence