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first breaths.
are always the hardest.
logic vs. metaphysics + other
perversions vs. the bliss in obesity.
sistine time orientation.
september 16 is a sunday. cold.
i named the little musical adventures
after my tv. but it's all grammatically
proper and whatnot.


what do you think.
what's god's favorite song?

folking hell.
the/dust blew up from the midwest
an/iron curtain/fell from the north
someone/found an airbrush in the dirty south
we weep/cry/giggle
the/last little children sitting crosslegged
on the living room floor
reading the bible
and god keeps dying/shake your moneymaker
i walk a pavement choked with addicts + runaways
homemade jesus ragdolls
i taste death every day
every other inhalation
but my girl
once told me/each kiss is an/inspiration

hey mr./5.0 self-proclaimed deity
bring it with your high beams
all you'll find at my crime scene/are
empty containers of krylon/+ visine
krylon + visine
-tobias. from: attack of the non-existing circular squares

garbage + flowers.
anyone who wants. can send emails.
free cds + maybe even t-shirts.
my roommate got a rad fuck da gop
one for his birthday. all from scratch. on
the cheapest old shirts.

this blue is ugly?

violence.
free money!
free needles!
free etc!

for everyone!
adding captions makes my pictures more interesting.
it's so postcereal