Posts, reblogs. Lots of Nine Inch Nails, Pinups, Doctor Who, Breaking Bad, Christina Hendricks, Evangelion, Gundam, food, random web stuff, and the ocassional NSFW fun.
Keep watching, you'll love it. (1/23/2010.)
A trash ass NGE blog having a trash ass opinion???? Who knew!?!?!
first and foremost, my comment about it being a better ending was meant as a joke, so cool your jets there bro. Second, I’m fairly sure a large section of the evangelion fanbase rather enjoys my pizza blog….to each there own.
Somebody complains on Tumblr and All Is Right With The World.
“Deep dish. Heavy are the deep dish pizzas. But that changes with the passage of time. Cheese, cheddar cheese. What your eyes can’t see. What your eyes can see. The pizza. One, only one. Ovens. It is a hot place. Commander Ikari. Pizzas. So many the same, so many without purpose. Sauce. Sauce of red. Red the color, the color I hate. The liquid flows. It drips, ripples, and pours. Pizza. Scent of cheese, woman who does not eat the pizza. On the red sauce the pizza come. Pizza made by man and woman. Pizza. A human creation. EVA. A human creation as well. What are pizza? Are they creations of God? Pizza, and that which is created by humans. This is that which is mine. My life; my heart. I am a vessel for my pizza. The pizza box; the throne of the soul. Who is this? This is me. Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I… I am I. This object that is pizza, that which forms what is me. This is the pizza that can be seen and yet it is not like that which is myself. A strange feeling. My body feels as if it is pizza. I can no longer see myself, my form, my pizza…It fades from view. Awareness dawns of someone who is not pizza, who was here, there, beyond me here. Shinji? This person I know, Major Katsuragi. Doctor Akagi. Pizza. My pizza. The pilot of Unit 02. Commander Ikari? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you…”