
Wheat crust, ricotta, mozz, pep, spinach, 1 garlic bulb (diced).
And a pint of Springboard.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Now THAT you can share with me anytime….hold the swine.
I love homemade pizza.
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