Mood music.

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It's not been a bad day, or good.  Not prophetic or insightful.  Just a day.  And, no, this doesn't mean I am down or bummed, or pleased and happy.  It's just, after a minor roller coaster of a day, from giddy to slightly ticklish, this is where I am at this moment.

I will never suggest war is grand.  It isn't good.  It has it's purposes, if those meanings can be lost to us as participants or spectators, at times.  But there is an ugly elegance, a course high art, to the function, and even form, of war.  Like anything rich, and war being a blood sausage of mind and soul it is quite rich, smaller bites and rare consumption is advised.  There is, for this like all things, a time for it.  For now, for me, here, just... thoughts.

If you like it sweet.  If you have a fret of blood.  If hard things are not your style...  Go play elsewhere.  You have been warned.

Mood music is just that.




Hmm... a beer sounds tasty... or several.  Cheers, boys.  It's a hard days work sometimes.  Even if just in the mind.  Makes for a powerful thirst.