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Oh dear...

Is the fact that, every time the laser printer behind me chews through another ream of paper, I hear the faint sound of screaming trees indicative of your gothness rubbing off on me?

I'm somewhat concerned. By the gothness, that is. Please continue with the rubbing. :P
  • Current Location: Soho, London
  • Current Mood: gloomy gothy
  • Current Music: The slaughter of innocent trees.
If used on white paper goth ink would probably slide off, collect in a morbid pool and then go and find a pub that sells cider. This would allow the paper to be reused though, saving the trees and making the hippies dance a little harder, maybe taking them away from areas of civilisation.

Oh the trade offs one must make when examining the moral implications of stationery.