From Trashman to Trash

( Private-Personal )

I'd still kill for a cup of tea.

Someone bring me a cup of tea I can drink, a pack of cigarettes, and Kagura.

[ooc: This is an extremely long-winded personal entry. Forewarned is four-armed, etc. (Yes, I know it's "forearmed.")]

I don't think war is as interesting as a spectator sport as it is as a participatory sport.

But this war that looms here is not my war. Despite the reporter's attempts at explication, it still makes little sense.

Kill each other if you must. It makes little difference to me. I know how futile it is here.

Harm me or mine, and there will be a price to pay.

Millennium's Swine, don't bother exhorting me to war. I make war of my choosing, not yours.