Toby told me 'fore they died
that they would die tryin'
life just is much like my first taste of spit in awhile:
I convinced myself to enjoy it 
despite how scary it was

on god, you fucking kiss and grip like a squid

Even if this might not be a universal observation
the neighborhood is always nodding and then we doze off
bystanders standing by, in an idle groan of pro(re)gression
the other side of the ink blot across the mirror
reminds me of the variety of homogeneity

Toby told me that they had plenty despite having nothing

Toby Told Me

i draw, make sounds, fiddle with computers

Toby Told Me

no algorithm