not quite a cult... baroque...

Not quite a cult, but close to a baroque mirror

So i imagine myself sitting in a dark green room, not a bright green room mind you, bright green gives me the shivels, and it makes me sad. So in this green room,  i sit here and... oh wait,...dark green room, i apologise for that, my brain must be off to the gallows. So i sit in this dark green room, and watch this tiny crack in the very bottom of the upper right hand corner of the wall. You would think that this was just some ordinary crack in a wall wouldn't you? Well, that's because it is. Everytime i look at that damn crack in this dark green room, i think of what that damn Eva Monswaray has always said to me, ever since i was a wee tea time bringer. "The light switch is on the handle, make sure you don't turn it red Jev...DON'T LET IT TURN RED!" Now normally i would be very angry and i would find myself in quite a predicement, but today is a special day, yes, today is Monday, and oh what a monday it is. For some strange reason i don't get mad on mondays, i just start to go color blind, and i lose all sence of taste that have to do with things that are salty. Hey...what was that? Oh hello... I didn't see you there...welcome to my dark green room, not bright green mind you, bright green gives me the shivels and makes me sad. Let me tell you an amusing anicdote that i hope you find quite mary contrary. This is the Fin.