Paper

What, so you thought the tree just laid down

and died when it was felled

for your household needs?

Think again.

It doesn't die. Instead, it just waits...

Waits for you to drop your guard.

Remember when you shunned the plastic bag

for the "environmentally-friendly" choice

and your groceries caved through the

bottom, splattering

onto the tarmac?

That wasn't circumstance.

That was sabotage.

Those planes that hit you in

the back at school?

That wasn't Bullyboy's free will.

That was mind control.

That time you cut yourself on the

edge of a single sheet and it

reeeeeaaaaallly hurt, and you

suffered in silence because

asking for a plaster

would have made you look like

a complete sissy?

That was no accident.

That was revenge.

They say bark is worse than bite.

Bark CAN bite, bitches.

Protect yourselves!

Buy Kindles.

Write online.

And don't get me started on coffee tables.