pizza party.

pizza is my favorite.

no joke.

anyone who isn't an effing A*-hole know it's expert.

i mean,

it's basically a plate made out of bread, with stuff on it.

that's rad,

even in wedges of triangular tapered toppings and sauce an' that.

pizza is the way, and the light, and the truth, 

and pizza is what i can believe in when i can't believe a word you're saying.

the difference between pizza and people?

i trust pizza.

i like pizza.

hell, 

i have a healthy relationship with pizza.

i bestow so many gifts on it,

and under it,

and i put it inside me.

c'mon.

i'm talking about pizza, neighbors.

y'know?

here, just check the subzero-sunday-evening-oven-type teleport:

yeah!

pizza.

homemade vegan sausages, caramelized vidalia onions,

garnished with greenery in the form of parsley sprankles,  

over some of that gooey daiya(rrhea) chee',

on top of custom sauce for ages,

on top of that spicy next-level underchee' activation 

(which remains the sexiest secret and most magnificent add-on), 

and all of it resting comfortably on a stretched sourdough circle.

it's heavy.

not at first, kids.

but after a  second or two,

you realize you're full off of a small pizza.

and then you eat another 'nother other one.

obviously.

too much is the right amount, anyway.

check the fat-piglet-type teleport:

mmmmmmm.

kale and mushrooms and onions,

and all the rest of it.

i have goals,guys.

one of them is to overindulge in pizza whenever there is pizza around.

and i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, too.

485 luscious fahrenheit degrees,

a stone slab in the oven,

big cornmeal grit lube,

and a healthy appetite for all sorts of bite-and-swallow gnash-and-gulp 

unearthly-mouthful-style shark-gluttony.

i like what i like,

and i've got a system in place for every interaction.

i like plans.

i plan my work, and i work my plan, 

and i plan my pizza, and i make that mutha-F*er work.

there are natural and unnatural selections at play here, y'all.

infinite nature and genetic predisposition towards berserker full moon mania,

with a learned knowledgeable cultured and fostered analysis of human behavior,

and thick crust.

yeah.

thin in the middle, fat at the edges.

i know what's up,

and i know what's good,

and it's ALL really happening,

like it or ready or whether you're into it or not.

yikes.

there's just not enough time for everything,

except pizza.

there's always more time allotted for pizza.

that's word;

never quiet, never soft.....