Ur Pa Fuckd Ur Ma Surely

If you've finished the pack before the cellophane and aluminium-esqued paper has been unstuck from, picked up off of and trashed, maybe you're smoking too much, too fast. This one goes out to the shuttled set. I hope, those two (or three or four) both (and all) care about you and your: brothers and sisters, steps of same, small furry animals; you'll know what they mean by relativity, when you think of the foster fired, the orphans, the sadness makes me stop; and then tomorrow I'll pick up the remote and I'll pause for a second on passing by some so called news and then I'll pick up my misanthropic club all over again. You think I don't know what you think? All those bad wee things? We have too much in common not to know. And they smell of hypocrisy to deny while they grin and put crescents into their palms.
I hate that in a pheromone; and fear, denials, and fake ass smiles.