i need help interpreting this picture

i can't quite figure out what it means to me on a personal level

a congo line?

a congo line?

i was thinking it means something deeper

a congo line?

i was thinking it means something deeper

a congo line in the congo, where they've thrown down their weapons to take up the arms of love?

I think the guns are metaphors for their penises, and the guy behind has the rifle.

It's an image relating to the gun control debate. It suggests that giving up our guns will be hard, but we will soldier through it, and become closer with our fellow man, even if we find ourselves looking back to our guns wistfully occasionally.

It's an image relating to the gun control debate. It suggests that giving up our guns will be hard, but we will soldier through it, and become closer with our fellow man, even if we find ourselves looking back to our guns wistfully occasionally.

no thats gay

i like caspers post better

Dat background doe

make gay love, not war

Gay soldiers fear big guns.

I think the guns are metaphors for their penises, and the guy behind has the rifle.

To add to this, I think the guy behind is trying to make the guy in front feel comfortable and more confident about his smaller "gun".

Make butt love, not war

I think it's a powerful message representing the way human society is progressing, we should all lay down our arms and love our fellow man, platonically or not

Those two gentlemen are about to duel to the death. They may have been best friends, brothers, or even closer, but they still must choose their weapon with which to murder the other with.

Let this be a message that no matter how strong your love is, it will inevitably die in the end.

Those two gentlemen are about to duel to the death. They may have been best friends, brothers, or even closer, but they still must choose their weapon with which to murder the other with.

Let this be a message that no matter how strong your love is, it will inevitably die in the end.

So it's best to fuck our enemies to death?

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Those two gentlemen are about to duel to the death. They may have been best friends, brothers, or even closer, but they still must choose their weapon with which to murder the other with.

Let this be a message that no matter how strong your love is, it will inevitably die in the end.

So it's best to fuck our enemies to death?

Exactly.

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!

But you, my love, are all I need. There are none like you, and you are mine.
You are my best friend, you are my life. I must love you as I love this rifle.
My life, without you, is useless. Without you, I am useless. I must love you true.
I must love you more than anyone else who is trying to love you could. I must love you before he loves you. I will...
My love and I know what counts in a marriage is not how many times I say I love you, the amount of times you hear it, nor how much love we make. It is what we do for each other that counts. We will love.
My love is life, even as I, because you are my life. Thus I will love you as my husband. I will learn your weaknesses, your strengths, your body, your personality, your touch, and your cock. I will keep you safe and happy, even as I am safe and happy. We will become part of each other. We will..

Before God, I swear these vows. My love and I are the defenders of our love. We are the masters of our love. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until love is ours, there is no enemy, but love.