poo's extension

hmm... I want to put someone to sleep in the desert tonight; with a million stars all around. i try not to destroy pretty things, i prefer it when two pretty things are sharing the same space, and instead of coexisting, they start to "fight", bicker, then oh to see two pretty things drivin to a blood fued, setting the stage for a thousand years of war, pretty war, with pretty little battles, and pretty little espionage. because there can be only one. it is sad when something really pretty gets destroyed, however a secondary effect is that everything else in the world gets a little bit prettier, relatively speaking. (this story is in reference to my very short stint trying to raise minks for coats. there were too many minks in the garage, atleast it would seem that's how the minks that killed each other felt)