Mass Destruction : The Possession of Weapons
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The first time I have known you. You have been so delicious and you have been so tasteful to me. We became good friends and traveled to many different places: Pizza Hut, Dominos, Pizza Pizza, Boston Pizza, Pizza Nova, Pizzaiolo, and many more. In each different place, you provided me with million flavors like the number of stars across the sky that I could never resist.
Every time I see the different colors of your colorful toppings and ingredients laid out like the tails of a peacock (simile) makes my eyes go round like a merry-go-round. When I touch the soft thin or thick crusted crusts, I feel the warmth spreading through my hands. When I put you through my mouth, you are a marshmallow (metaphor) that melts instantly right from my tongue. The taste that you bring is so strong, that the crunchy (onomatopoeia) sounds made when the crust is bitten are unheard of. Even though we are now thousands miles away from each other, I could still smell your lovely delicious scent from here.
I know I love you and you are the one Im waiting for and you are the something special I long for. Now I am as hungry as a bear that just woke up from the long deep hibernation over the cold winter. I hope the pizza guy gets here as fast as a bullet, ring the doorbell, and storm into my house like a stormtrooper. All I see in my mind is you, Pizza.
The first time I have known you. You have been so delicious and you have been so tasteful to me. We became good friends and traveled to many different places: Pizza Hut, Dominos, Pizza Pizza, Boston Pizza, Pizza Nova, Pizzaiolo, and many more. In each different place, you provided me with million flavors like the number of stars across the sky that I could never resist.
Every time I see the different colors of your colorful toppings and ingredients laid out like the tails of a peacock (simile) makes my eyes go round like a merry-go-round. When I touch the soft thin or thick crusted crusts, I feel the warmth spreading through my hands. When I put you through my mouth, you are a marshmallow (metaphor) that melts instantly right from my tongue. The taste that you bring is so strong, that the crunchy (onomatopoeia) sounds made when the crust is bitten are unheard of. Even though we are now thousands miles away from each other, I could still smell your lovely delicious scent from here.
I know I love you and you are the one Im waiting for and you are the something special I long for. Now I am as hungry as a bear that just woke up from the long deep hibernation over the cold winter. I hope the pizza guy gets here as fast as a bullet, ring the doorbell, and storm into my house like a stormtrooper. All I see in my mind is you, Pizza.