Good idea. Bad idea. His was the latter.
In so far as practicality was concerned.
Regardless of such concerned he ploughed ahead.
He commandeered all the playing cards.
Poker games were rationed across the country.
Ten thousand days. Ten thousand months.
Risen high his playing card replica of the Eiffel Tower.
Breeze shook it, billow rocked it, gust toppled it.
Jeweled suits and jokers sailed in a sublime tumble.
Everything about it made him so goddamn happy.
People in the streets danced in the glorious storm of kings and queens.
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Random idea was random.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 