Goth will never die.

Before the millennium before the last when hand forged steal was high tec. A pair of Gothic tribes decided to leave there home and find foreign tribes to concur. The Vis Goths enslaved much of Western Europe with protection taxes, became the Saxons, then invaded Britain and they kicked Viking ass. The Uber Goths formed a beautyfull culture built some really cool churches and disappeared from time.
The pair of Gothic tribes came from what is now Germany so when the Germans started proposing the Pope may in fact not be infallible and potentially full of shit they needed something to state there protest. They chose the Gothic Gargoyle, brazen images of demonic horror to remind all of the evil within the church.
Around the turn of the century when steam engines were revolutionising the shape of the world and germs were the latest theory in medical science. A promising young man was inspired to become a surgin after seeing his entire family die of Tuberculosis, it took him a year. He coughed up his first ball of blood shortly after and knew he was going to die slowly painfully and soon so decided to become a poet.
Keats documented the thoughts of a young man who knows he will die soon. He was prolific insightful and had all the poetic skill of a trained surgeon. “Truth is beauty and beauty truth” He wrote while pondering a Greek urn. He speaks of stained red lips towards the end of his work. A symptom of sipping lardnium mixed with port wine to kill pain.
In the quiet time towards the end of his suffering Keats had a friend visit who joked that among those who don’t suffer as he dose it has become fashion to appear so. Tuberculosis was renound to make the person seem angelically beautiful with pale luminescent skin.
Then came punk when phones and vinyl records were all the rage. The punks were angry but some were sad for the same reason and broke away. Then came the vampire novels and Masquerade when computers were starting to become useful and Nerds like me got to join in. The Malk made a short breakaway on early blogs with there insane rants along with teen brat and angry young man sights. Then came the got over it Goth cynically peddleing doodles in e-commes and still pondering who is really Goth and is it dieing.
Well to this I can only say get over getting over it and get on with being the cynical bastard you really are.

Long live the insane vampires
Goth will never die

Ps
How far to take a bad joke?