Just for fun

I am in, and I am, the cave with all of its slow, meandering passageways and deep delving streams, echoing through honeycomb walls. With sparkling, self luminescent chunks of topaz marking the turns I've taken and emerald glowsticks scattered down uncertain slopes. Here I sit by silver fourpointed stars, submerged under the jittering surface of flowing water and gaze upon the calcified stalag-structures all the while marveling at the sheer amount of bullshit I can come up with just to avoid doing the dishes.