Tuesday, February 8, 2011


In one of the offices I work in, someone has a window sill filled with bullets of varying calibers and ages. Some are big enough to pass as ugly flower vases.

"Hah, I get it. You're one of those 'No War' types."
"Not true. I'm all for war; it just depends on how you fight. Sometimes a conversation will do, and other times... you need a gun."

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