oh MAN!
that's that savage stormswept raging gypsy skylight tightness,
and even with clouds trying to screen my scalp from the worst
of those werewolfen raybeams of rabies-laced ragnarok'ing
fenris-flavored festivities in F*ing full effect,
the wild hunt had it's way with lunar lances stabbing all sorts of
berserker barbarian battle-beastliness into my brain!!
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
neighbors,
i sort of secretly LOVE full moons,
because i can feel the warrior poetry pulsing like blood in my veins.
that's a thing.
maybe i'm extra-sensitive, or superlatively superstitious,
and perhaps a little supercilious towards the superfluousity of the laymans'
ley-linear latitude, and the subsequent lack of an attitude of gratitude.
hold on.
i'll explain-
if you can't hang out with lycanthropic animorphological magic,
your sh!t is flippin' weak.
and if you aren't busy being expert, you're wasting everyones' time.
there's a big bad wolfen world of woodsly goodness howling for our
active participation, and i, for one, am grateful for the chance
to dance around my kitchen while i'm cooking up something dope,
inspired and excited by the silver-lined atmosphere that's trying to poison me
with rain and cold, but only really building up my immunity to diaperbabyish
b!tchbaggery and the attempts that nature makes to ruin my good times.
hahahaha.
you still don't get it?
c'mon.
i'm over here getting fresh, and all sorts of loud,
and making treats as hard as i can;
laughing in the full face of the full moon,
and giving thanks for the chance to doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
my infinite nature vs. ma nature?
ha.
it's a tie, guys.
and in this instance, in overtime,
there was something delicious to devour during the extra innings.....
that's what's up.
y'know what i LOVE?
yeah!
pee eye zee zee ayyyyy!!!!
check the moon-hits-your-eye-like-a-big-pizza-pie-type teleport:
woooooooooooohooooooooooo!
i love pizza more than you do.
no, like, for serious, i really do.
understand that we rep a hard style when it comes to pizza.
no underchee' means you're wasting my time.
and i don't play like that...
therefore they've all got that hottness atop that semolina sexxiness.
my homemade dough has all the crawnchiness,
and it's definitely taking the taste-game to eleven.
so, you know our foundation is top notch,
so let's talk about what we did to freak'em off.
first up,
we terrorized a caramelized onion, brussels, and baconish jauns.
check it:
damn.
that's dope.
and we immediately followed it up MORE.
so here's another 'nother one,
this time with collards, onions, and rainbow peppers:
that had that fancy peppr-type acidity,
and the richness of those greens, under the daiya overchee'?
harmonious ingredients make symphonic awesomeness in my mouth.
word.
how about another?
yes, please.
i WANT pizza.
GIMME pizza.
teleport:
onions are dope.
tofurky dogs sort of are, too, after a fashion,
and scallion sprankles are invited at all times to my house.
but,
guys, i had more dough,
and i even had a few odds and ends from the topping prep.
what to do?
stop.
you already know.
a werewolf fourth pizza to use it all up,
and overdo all the big fat gluttonous gorging at an even more ferocious pace!
boom.
cherchez le teleporte:
that's that end-of-the-line-style tiny runt baby one.
but, it tasted just as effing good, duders.
don't you even worry about that.
hahahaha.
*
so,
i'm over here positively destroying myself with buttloads of awesome.
while you were probably busy with your friends or something.
nice.
that means all my friends are pizza,
and i just ate all my friends,
but,
i'll bet i can bake up a few more tonight, if necessary.
pizza is good.
and full moons go great with it.
more moon means more pizza,
and rough nightts mean moonshadows and animagus animus.
that's the way the blue light shines, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....
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