Too Much, To Touch, Two Nose

A Piece Of Puzzle With A Side Of Ice Cream

Original Message:
Today I found a 20,000 piece puzzle. As I touched each piece I knew exactly where it went. I can not find the last piece. Should I start a new puzzle or keep this one with the missing piece?

Replies:
- A new piece must be fabricated. Improvisation drive the creative mind. Fractly exactly. It will be your knowledge alone of it's fabrication and that will make the restrained smile worthwile.
- Just counting the pieces would have taken you the whole day.
- You say screw it and order chineese food
- Nothing is perfect. Even being incomplete. Move on from the missing piece, but don't forget about it. Save it for a better day. You're saving time that would be spent in vain.
- Is this a metaphor for your life? If so, I believe we are all lacking a piece and just some are more noticeable than others. Only the foolish focus on the missing puzzle pieces of others. I say you embrace the piece missing. The rest of the puzzle is fantastic the way it is. If this is a literal puzzle then I say just get some cardboard and make it fit! Incompletion in hardly failure. Even if we toiled it would never be complete, just close enough.
- If it's one of the courner pieces just take off all the courner pieces. It will make it unique.
- You are the missing piece.
- We have taken a pole and we think you should keep the puzzle.
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Where Monkeys And Kittens Run Hand And Paw

Here We Go

This is how it works, It feels a little worse, Than when we drove our hearse, Right through that screaming crowd, While laughing up a storm, Until we were just bone, Until it got so warm, That none of us could sleep, And all the styrofoam, Began to melt away, We tried to find some words, To aid in the decay, But none of them were home, Inside their catacomb, A million ancient bees, Began to sting our knees, While we were on our knees, Praying that disease, Would leave the ones we love, And never come again,

On the radio, We heard November Rain, That solo's really long, But it's a pretty song, We listened to it twice, 'Cause the DJ was asleep,

This is how it works, You're young until you're not, You love until you don't, You try until you can't, You laugh until you cry, You cry until you laugh, And everyone must breathe, Until their dying breath, No, this is how it works, You peer inside yourself,You take the things you like, And try to love the things you took, And then you take that love you made, And stick it into some, Someone else's heart, Pumping someone else's blood, And walking arm in arm, You hope it don't get harmed, But even if it does, You'll just do it all again,

And on the radio You hear November Rain That solo's awful long But it's a good refrain You listen to it twice 'Cause the DJ is asleep On the radio

Following The Brights

Wake up, take your pills dear, I know this time of year ain't right for you... you came with a sickness, shot down back in Christmas, Kamikaze rain... and I'm sure you've lost that weight again, I'm sure the pills keeping pouring in, like smoke that falls, it's caving into you... so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere... with you... one night... when you woke up, you bled... till you spoke up, oh this ain't pretty dear, with clocks, watch the time go... till spring, when the sun canfinally be free... and I'm sure you've lost that weight again, I'm sure the pills keeping pouring in, we'll scream at night, to make it go away... so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere... with you...