Wishing death to fashioncore since 2005

When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie….

….well that’s just really surreal, quite frankly.

The song goes, “When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.”

??

Soo, can I interpret this as, being in love, or ‘amore’ if you will, is like getting hit in the face with a giant pizza?

THE HORROR….unless you’re hungry. Really hungry.

Messy. If you hated pepperoni before, you’d sure as hell hate getting a faceful of galactic-sized portions of it, wouldn’t you? Stuffed crust, deep pan liaisons? Moving on….

“When the world shines, like you’ve had too much wine….” – Oh. Making more sense now.

I have mixed feelings about getting a intergalactic face visit from a giant one of these.

I have mixed feelings about getting a intergalactic face visit from a giant one of these.

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