Mrs. Pizza


You could dance like no one's watching. Or you could dance like you got pizza. The latter would be a more visceral expression of motion. For me, at least. When I got pizza, I feel the beauty of the world held within my fingers. Grease, pineapple, pepperoni, and cheese. The world is a pizza, and we-- merely actors on a stage. I think Shakespeare wrote that. And wiser words have never been written.

-j

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