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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.