six six six.

duders.
it seems i'm only a little bit less 'sgusting
when i'm all by my lonely.
uh huh.
that's for serious.
i ate five pizzas with a friend....
but what do i go and do when i'm hungry,
it's late, it's cold, it's dark,
and it's pizza week?
c'mon.
i do what needs to be done-
and i fire up three pies in a row, solo.
six days of pizza all the dang time,
and what happened?
three more types of dinnertime activation got poppin'.
i just don't get tired of pizza, friends.
........ever.
and when i'm reppin' those custom jauns?
bread and stuff and stuff and stuffs?
yeah.
i could do this allllllll day.
real talk.
neighbors,
check the teleport:

yeah!
crushed tomatoes,
thinned-out not-ricotta blops of chee' hottness,
pineapple,
and jalapenos.
i'm tellin' y'all right now-
it had all the right flavors all together in one place
having a filthy bad-touch time,
but in such a good way.
mmmmmmmm.
i doo-doo that sweet and spicy, salty, squishy, crunchy-type sh!t.
expert.
...
more?
yeah.
there's more:

asparagus and watercress,
with daiya(rrhea) chee' and tomato sauce,
and finished off with sprouts for added nutrient acivation?
F*ing-A right, folks.
green things are good for you.
pizza is good for you.
green things on pizza is doubly good for you.
word up.
-
and last,
but not least, by any means,
is the white french pizza deluxe action for your faces.
check the luxurious-richness-type teleport:

that's what's up.
creamy tofusion cashew chee' on the bottom,
thin potato slices,
leeks,
baconish bits of brown,
and fresh-from-the-Fortress-greenhouse rosemary!!!
expert is as expert does, y'heard?
and i do all my dirt on my own,
but,
i still do it regardless.
***********
tonight is the last night of pizza week.
tomorrow is the first day of my connecticut vacation.
in between,
there's an ice storm rolling in
just to make sure of an added degree of difficulty
in my worrisome and wearisome trek down south.
hard styles abound at all times-
tricksy road and slick paths and unsure footing.
it's all really happening.
and it it was easy,
anyone could do it-
where's the fun in that?
in with a icy escapade in perilous power outages,
and downed limbs?
soulless is the solstice, kids.
happy F*ing winter;
never quiet, never soft.....