Pizza in the morning. / Pizza in the evening. / Pizza in ~ suppertime. / When pizza’s top top a bagel, / you have the right to eat pizza anytime.
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Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. Once a man looks in the eyes of a charging bull, and also knows himself, and also knows the he is alive, and full, then, and only then…can the eat pizza anytime.
‘Tis night — dost I challenge eat a bagel? / for morning cometh and I candlestick eat one then. / when pizza sit atop a breakfast bagel, / tyme has actually no ar in guiding when to eat.
Bret Easton Ellis
Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. When pizza’s top top a bagel, you have the right to eat it, all while act a line of blow and also mindlessly fucking a hooker in a three thousand dissension Armani suit.
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Pizza eyn the morne. Pizza eyn the eve. Pizza eyn suppere tyme. But now, sire, — lat me se — what i shal seyn. A ha! through God, I have actually my story ageyn. Over there shal be pizza faire any kind of tyme!
When the peetsa walk tumbledownfall theselse into yer mouth, come night err ning, come suppah, then the taste go hurtleturtled the end of heaven from swerve of coast to bend of bay. Ay yet then the peetsa which a bay gull, ay climate it goes hobbledeedink anytime!
Pizza in the morning. Pizza in the evening. Pizza at suppertime. When pizza’s on a bagel, you should only eat that bagel if you room a mammoth amongst men, a hero, a large who holds the human being on his shoulders, blood running down your chest, your knees buckling, her arms trembling yet still make the efforts to host the human being aloft v the critical of your strength… you and only friend should have the need, the right, to eat the pizza anytime.
David Foster Wallace
So ns guess what wake up is that there is pizza in the morning, pizza in the evening, pizza at, well, girlfriend can finish the rest. You know the jingle. We all do. It’s part of this world we grew up in, dominated by advertisers, wherein we are displayed (repeatedly, constantly, come the point of near perpetuity) the exact same jingoistic songs, the “He likes it! Hey Mikey!” repetitions that come component and parcel v being (growing up, living) as an American. W/r/t the pizza…well, yes, you can eat it at any type of time. But in doing so, aren’t you sort of complying with the very world these ads are creating by/about/for us? native the start? and also do we comply v this assertion the pizza, as soon as put on a bagel, sort of exempts chin from the everyday schedule that our lives (the breakfast/lunch/dinner paradigm laid the end by 1950s Leave It come Beaver, etc.) and hence tries come (in a monster way) weaken the very advertising culture it chin belongs to? and should we even care?