foook

"yo kid quit huggin me that shits mad homo"

field trip to the mfa, also known as "good job on making zak rose almost fall asleep, seriously that is an accomplishment"

"I can't believe you don't know who I am" -turtle in a corvette

dedicated to cameron bruce

kujo

I don't know

I just don't know

quallege

I didn't take this but this is my dorm kinda

punch

sassy hair

kiss

one for dallas.. coming out of a fairly low low

When I was young and still connected to my mother by an umbilical cord, I lived in the warm moist intestinal walls of her womb. After a short-lived seven and a half months, the voice of what we are told is “God” spoke to me.

It said the following:

“Hello Mark Pizzi! I am going to show you a slideshow of your life! From conception to the last image burned into your retinas! Well what am I waiting for let’s just fucking watch it!”

I stared emotionless at my life being put on display in front of my underdeveloped green eyes. I wasn’t old enough to comprehend anything back then, but as I got older, everything started to make sense; I got déjà vu a grandiose amount throughout my life. Once I mastered the English language well enough that I could explain myself, I would always tell people dear to me about how I have seen my end. I would explain to them, I’m wearing all black, walking up the steps to the library at the college I would attend in the future, and then I see a girl in a black dress, and that’s it. Everything ends there. People would think I’m crazy, I very well could be crazy, but my saneness was proven to myself once the only college I got accepted at, had a library that was more than reminiscent of the one in my never fading envision of my death.

“Well Mark, or can I call you, Lil’ Pizzi? Based on having seen your entire life. You know.. What I just showed you.. Mark Pizzi takes on the world, from start to finish. Would you like to be stillborn… or just a born baby? Or would you rather be born, but die really soon after conception from a lack of oxygen? I would personally choose that one; I heard you get super fucked up right before you die... plus, you get to have the pleasure of being conceived! Anyways, It’s about the time where I have to cause a holy war or something.. so what will it be, Lil’ Pizzi?

I muttered some incoherent baby talk about nothing understandable.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you!” All creation exclaimed

And out I came, seven and a half months young with a hole in my heart. Prematurely brought into a world I wish I had nothing to do with. I’ve come to believe that fulfilled wishes are just coincidence. I was still born, a vulnerable baby who just kind of explodes one day. I just really hope no one touches me.