Typical Tuesday. Sandwiched between Monday and Wednesday with a selection of toppings and a hairnet to warn off the cold, although hats are also quite scary. Scarves are meant to - can't continue writing I'm being mugged by Thursday. He's holding a hat for ransom and hiding some fishnet tights. Orange kicks Wednesday in the balls putting to an end the day saga. The family can't continue to multipy the 'extended week' project is put on hold. Friday has a back injury while Sunday and saturday are down with the flu and unable to speak without using brackets. Monday has the mumps and if wearing a scarf, so is likely to get mugged by purple, green at least. Wednesday puts a box on his head and invests in some sleeves. These prevent illness in his arms. Thursday isn't wearing trousers and has a stomach ache, only to be cured by green who got promoted to pink after killing blue. Black lost his job and got another one working for the national trust pretending to be a house.
  This torments my mind as the nurse tightens the straps. Strangling my innar pride and making my skin shades of red, that could get promoted to green if it turns blue enough. I hated blue. Since my childhood the colour had abused my right to see red. Then came the affair with the yellow line, solved only by being ran over and arrested by Thurday the crooked copper. I struggle to explain this while they sedate me and I dream about white tapestry.

  If only the world knew it was wrong.

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