Letters from the Lunar Outpost

Selfishness is the greatest sin. It constrains the heart. It separates man from man. It makes him greedy. It is the root of all evils and sufferings. Destroy selfishness through selfless service, charity, generosity and love.
- Sivananda, Indian Physician and Sage (1887-1963)

Sweet Christina with your skin so fair
Your soul is as dark as your dyed black hair
The two of you are such a sight to see
Please give a kiss to your bride for me

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine

Hey there, Teeny with your big attitude
Sugar and spice and everything rude
I was feelin’ I was somewhat gnarly
‘Til you told me I remind you of your Uncle Charley

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine
And I’ll never look behind

Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change
Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change
Pickle munchin’ queen of the corduroy range
If I am a chump, then you’re my change

Burn your candles and cast your spell
Covet the lover you know so well
Curse my soul and that’s all fine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine
The heart I stole was always mine

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