Fresh Hot Pizza
©2014 Craig Ashby
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Fresh Hot Pizza is none of those things. It is the horror of New York City filth. Titled to sarcastically underscore the mess.

Gross out is the eventuality of most of my humor. Even if it starts off sexual in nature the punch line is headed into gag reflex territory.

It may have been the years of Hospice work or it could have been my self discovered magical path that lead me to finding humor in even the most vile moments.

I read a book on chaos magick that discussed this idea. That the point of life was learning to laugh at the horror. When I read it I was astounded. Check mark in the box.

I think I have that task down. It seems all I do is mock the horror with evil laughter. I remember this one time in middle school when I was told in the lunch line that the space shuttle had blown up. I giggled and it set everyone off. It really bothered everyone that I thought something so horrible was funny.

After reading that book I giggled again at the space shuttle incident. I have always been me. Most people I know have been caught up in stupid religion or mannered but thoughtless feeling. Just pure garbage.

I shoot unbelievable amounts of garbage. Inhuman piles of vomit. Or even human feces on walls that defy your understanding of how it got there.

Disgust with the human body is a great force of laughter. Or it can be a great force for hatred. It’s how you choose to see it.