I REGRET TO INFORM ME, BUT: THE PIZZA PARTY (FOR 1) HAS BEEN #CANCELED.

it was a long time coming every day of a life until now and when the agreement was breached and the self sought release into being/feeling the entire contract lit itself on fire and the subsequent days leaked water from the ceiling and did not calm the flames with a single burst of nothingness as had been written had been foretold ... so the pizza party is off that's all that it

However, this post is not intended to be bleak, but rather hopeful. Awareness (of nothingness) is there. Had it not been there (something, instead) then there would be a problem. But yes, I am fully ready to be reborn. A lack of pizza is never sad. It is the presence of pizza that *can* bring joy but the thought of pizza eventually (the party has been re-schedj'd for 04-29-19) is also joyful. Pizza or no pizza, the self remains the same: nonexistent.