When you combine four very bored college kids, too much caffine, a roll of film and an empty room, you get things that remotely resemble this series. In May of 1998, Anti-Pschutt Inc. embarked upon it's first series involving real people and real pseudo-violence. Some viewers may find this in poor taste. Notice: This series contains actual photographs of mimed, choreographed and obviously fake violence.     Understand that this is not a hate page. Anti-Pschutt Inc. is not about the propagation of hatred/violence; how could such cheesy and silly images truly be hateful or violent? It was created with the intent to amuse, not to enrage.     Lastly, I wish no ill will upon Robert Smith; it's one particular breed of fan that froths at the mouth and denounces your existence when you say anything that can be construed as negative about Robert Smith, his music, etc. This page is out to goad that breed of fan. For the rest of you, you're supposed to giggle, not cry. People having a sense of humor lacking in appreciation for off-color amusement are encouraged to leave now. You've been warned. No whining. She's your cocaine, she's got you shaving your legs, you can suck anything, but you know you wanna be me, see. Fuck Up Robert Smith Last revision: 03.09.00