Blowing Blurbs Becoming Burbs

Say it thrice really fast. It still won't mean anything, but whatever here does? The children matter. Why can't we see through our colors and not so very differences the same way we see through logic on our way to hating those we never even tried or cared to know? We, I think is just another us and them proposition. I care for you all, but I still love the place more, this house we treat like nothing much, and after seeing that it's all there ever was or ever will be, just like us, we all, the them.