A little piece of verbal innards.
I'm sure there are times, when you give pause, still yourself and for a moment simply stare into the incessant void before you without a single thought.
Have you ever felt... the breath of expiring slumber. When the sun forays into consciousness so raw, that you remain caroused in blissful illusion.
Were you jonesing. For spins and wins just leave your cordial greens on the table Sip Margaritas and strip poker wins and poker losses til you've got Jack lining up tricks n' full suits.