

Missing PieceIt wasn't always lost, you know. Only little by little... I became Aware That it was missing. Now this thing, It plagues me, Haunts me, Hurts me. Like the sharp ache of hunger In an empty belly... Clear and present, like danger. Or softly insistentMissing Piece
Like a weak, impassioned plea...
What am I searching for? I will know when I find it.


HopelessBy the evening light, Laboring in weary strife,Hopeless
We fight an endless fight.
Tomorrow in the morning, We may rise to face the day, But hope will die aborning...
As we realise,
Trouble stares us in the face, Taunting us with knowing eyes.


The Ballad of Mooning PongThere is a man named Mooning Pong, Who's sense of humor is really wrong. He always farts to the sound of a gong, But thats because he's Mooning Pong!The Ballad of Mooning Pong
Now Mooning Pong was one poor boy, Who never had one single toy! But he did have one friend named Roy, Who called himself the "Pizza Boy"!
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"Out of the Chair"
"We can't meet your dietary requirements"
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"Out of the Chair"
"We can't meet your dietary requirements"
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Spock: (to Kirk) "Out of the chair."
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"Out of the Chair"
"We can't meet your dietary requirements"
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