The Philosophy of Timato
Matt Conners and Tim Krach
I need tomato
Tell me where tomato is.
Where is tomato?
I wake up, cold sweat.
I see only tomato.
Where go when die? Red.
The sky greets me.
I look upon the sun, but
I see tomato.
Is it a fruit, or?
Some say it is a fruit, but
I see something more.
Deep within the earth.
But it’s all I ever see.
Redrum. Tomato.
Death, the ultimate.
Death, the only guarantee.
Death, the tomato.