I feel a thousand years old. The strain of seeing through hazel eyes makes my head yearn for the rest of sledgehammers. I feel like a roulette wheel slowing to a stop. Zero, green. Shouts of disbelief. Reality of bad bets.
I have readied the locus of a new and murderous spin of the wheel. Black and red smearing together for a new cycle of gambles. I protect my investments with old hands. I mostly watch and tip the dealer fairly.
10:19 p.m. - 2015-07-21
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