Cigarette People of Absolute Sadness

The constant static cling that keeps bashing them together is causing these tremors within our pool of -~ships and there is a certain amount of distaste that stains my eyes, my lips, and my mind when I am surrounded by its force. There is a serious amount of strangeness that keeps the odd ball rolling around like a game of pinball. Everything lights up because you think you're in love but the lusty labors of your effects are only dissolving the reality that you've disconnected from. Be mindful that not everything is sunshine and your sun  could disappear, the way it does at night, and you'll have nothing but a sense of loneliness, the same feeling you continuously try to stop with the overuse of people. People are not the answer. They are not the drug. They'll get you high and you'll end up dry because the shell of your self will still be nothing but a shell. Quit while your ahead, you cigarette people of absolute sadness. You don't have to over extend to appreciate things in love at a steady hand instead of crashing head first into stupidity. Enveloping your surroundings in goodbye and casting away on an island we won't want to visit when the shipwrecks. We'll be here, like always, but consider us before you allow yourself to forget us.