"just pizza" pt. 2

like sunburned moseses we held back the tides of madness with the flimsy veil of hope that we might one day discover some heavenly portal to deliver us back from whence we came. for days we slogged onward in the freakish humidity that snarled our hair and summoned cascades of sweat from our tortured pores. our soiled "clothes" baked and crisped off our bodies within hours. and at length we shunned our civilized past and went primal once more, our bones protruding from flesh worn thin by lack of nourishment.

for despite the intoxicating aroma of our terrible new home, we found to sign of food. no game to hunt, no fronds on which to nibble, not even insect pests to collect and suck free of life. our frenzied attempts at rehydration slowed our pace significantly, for the only palatable water source appeared to be scattered dimples of paltry moisture in the rubbery soil from which we frantically sucked the very sweat of the earth. we called it "sweat diving."

it was nicorette who, lost in the primal impetus of a lustful sweat dive, discovered the delectability of the earth itself.

there, crouched like a filthy cro-magnon centerfold, hair lionized by the freakish humidity, lips frothing with crude streaks of hot drool, face stained by luscious morsels of piping-hot earth, nicorette bent her haunted eyes skyward and bellowed the clarion call: "just! pizza!"

and like beasts, we ate. and ate. and ate.