Once a small tomato
be tomato grow up and big tomato
tomato bully at school :(
tomato show bully be strong
happy tomato
sorry i no good english
Jolly nice!
then tomato meet cocumber
Cocumber say "tomat, you are fruit of gay"
then tomato say "no, I cant decide if fruit or vegetable"
Cocumber say "vegetable? You aren't the dead"
Tomato say "until I saw your mom"
Then cocumber became pickel
>>7784169
oh snap
tomato proves he isn't mustarded like pikel
on his way back home he meets ketchup. Ketchup is tomatos father but tomato don't know it yet! :C
tomato ask ketchup "you are gay?"
Ketchup say no, he just likes hot bitches
then tomato got home
What happen next???
>>7784169
>Then cocumber became pickel
nice
n-i-c-e
NICE
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tomat walks in house to find his mom did
who kill tomat mom? There was cheif knife in her body, red from the cuts and because she was and tomat too
Who kille tomatos mother??!
ode to tamot toe
bi
le 4tune cockie
fuck off with this reddit shit
The tomato read their sacred book
and dreams of Grand Tomato Canopy
above the sky.
Lesser vegetable do not go there
and there no fruit at all
and on holy throne of tangled ivy sits Tomato Goddess:
prophecied sometimes descend and save them from Italians.
The terror of the tomato hounds,
loyal canine to the Italian,
into the heart of Tomato City city folk
was palpable indeed.
"Tommaso has take by them,"
weep mother. "My onely child, who sweet and pure
he missing days now."
Tomato love Tommaso,
his best friend, weep and.
On hilltop with good view of night sky
Tomato gaze at the eternity of flame-pinprick
in the lonely hall of Goddess --
their constellation speaking of unending Fight.
"If only railtrain
carry away me from this humdrum
events." At that moment choo choo choo.
There was train, descender from
the place where tearful wish goes.
Gleaming sad in starlight,
it silent door open and
a brief glimpsed Tommaso!
"Friend!" call Tomato, without thinking
and board the depths blue vessel.
>>7785659
please no bully on the tomato
Tomato took time to ask himself,"Why do I hurt?"
Tomato asked himself this question several times.
Tomato grew bored of this question.
Tomato had a flash of insight which bestowed upon him a new question:If I kill myself, will the pain stop?
Tomato enjoyed this question because it brought with it many possibilities.
The question, and its possibilities, excited tomato.
Tomato continued to ask himself until the night fell.
Tomato's delightful question brought him into a gentle hypnosis.
Tomato now relaxed.
Tomato relaxed because the silent phantom, the question, permeated throughout his whole being.
Tomato began to see the phantasmagoria known as "reality" as a trifle.
Tomato welcomed these spectral sensations of otherworldly delight.
The haunting wind softly whispered to Tomato,"It will make the pain go away."
Tomato now had his answer.
Tomato was overcome with jubilation.But he had not the hands to do it.
tomat was very sad and behind in his life
tomato wished to be starchy and tuberous like friend potato
he ask god "how have i fail"?
god said "you must ketchup ;)"
tomat did not see joke and actually became a ketchup (he jumped of a building and died )
>>7786627
Deep
>>7786681
Rolph scraped the splattered tomato off the ground into a paper cup with his weathered hands.
His pregnant wife Antonia had been craving spaghetti and marinara sauce for over a month, but he had lost his job at the fish packaging plant and was too ashamed to tell her that they couldn't afford food anymore.
But with this smashed tomato... maybe, just maybe he could make her some pasta sauce to satisfy her cravings.
It would be worth it just to see her smile again - something he hadn't seen her do since she stopped feeling the baby move in her belly last week.
>this thread
tomato
>>7787359
Tomahto
BAZZZZINNNGA
The tomato cunt
dripping like faucet
big gape hole in tomato boddy.
But tomato
have no penis
and cannot have hetero;
tomato grief... tear
Innumerable as the grain
sand on beaches of Mars.
Lonesome days, tearful days
oh, they seemed never they end...
until Banana came.
"Tomato," said Banana sad happy,
"your dream come true. Hetero
possible now."
"No" say Tomato. "Hope
is lie of church."
"Fool. Look at me" And through
tearful eyes, Tomato saw possibility
of dream.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6Hq5jJDrAg
To mate, oh! --
bulbous bliss bulging 'neath
jade umbililicals.
A swift prick --
a Hymenaeus
burst drip
thick atop
fat-spatter'd spuds.
Chew the cud, chew the cud
curse the rain, nurse the mud
>>7784169
KeK
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypgiTy8ZvFo
The tomato looked down the barrel at impenetrable darkness. It was such a small place. He lifted the gun and pointed it to the side of his head and braced himself, but he hesitated; next was his mouth, but it felt uncomfortably homoerotic to be sucking on a cold metal cylinder, so he took the gun out of his mouth and sat there looking at it cradled in his lap. The next spot was under the chin, and that seemed to be a good fit; it felt right to to have his red hands clasped together over the gun, like praying. At the last moment he remembered that it was common for people to miss at this angle, or for bullets to ricochet off the bones of the skull and just horribly disfiguring already suicidal people. Finally he put down the gun, and looked out his window. He was 10 stories up.
Legendary thread tbhsmh
the room was dark and textured with metallic, greyish tones giving an overall feeling of mechanistic barbarousness
tomato sat on the wooden bench at the darkest edge of the room, he would have been hunched forward menacingly, had he a torso or any appendages at all save for the stalk coming out of his head
affixed to the stalk was a solitary leaf which gently wavered with every minor oscillation, as though it were a war flag bearing green, veiny emblems symbollising past acts of brutality long forgotten by their bearer
the door opened a tiny degree, as if the opener wished not to reveal the hidden contents of this unwelcoming room to the outside
following the few attenuated rays of light there came a stick of celery
tomato turned to meet him, with an air of affected dissatisfaction
"hey waterhead, crisper drawers two blocks down"
Heirloom
berry-type fruit
brewed
for ignint spaghetti niggers,
with big dicks, bad attitudes and
cunt-hair triggers.
Hey Vinny, check out
them juicy tomatoes!
Boy, I'd certain suckle
that beefsteak
curtain
faster 'n a thirstin'
mosquito.
Crème de tomate
soup du jour,
more red fruit than
an Apple store.
bumping this good thread :)
best post modern literature
I could see something like a children's story with anthropomorphized vegetables going deep as shit and tomato wants to kill himself because he's gay
could be fun
>>7787899
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