I hadn’t seen him in years, but somehow I felt as though we had been together yesterday. My son had left home for the military when he was just eighteen years old, seemingly without a second glance at the life or the family which he was leaving behind. My husband and I felt abandoned, forgotten, even. Imagine pouring everything you have into shaping the life of your only child and having him abruptly leave you with a “Thanks, but no thanks.” It was unbearable. Of course, that was before we found the cards, the cards which he had written us every day since he had left. The cards saved our family.
i love playing games with cards. mexicans use green cards. wow cards are square. go fish
i like throwing cards. cards give me paper cuts. cuts hurt. ouch. cards are pretty, pictures on cards are neat. cards a sometimes different shapes. cards can have shapes. you use cards to play poker, poker sounds like poke her in the ribs. nebraska is worst known for female abuse. thats a true statement.):
Cards are a lot of fun to play with. My friends and I play every weekend. I always loose but I still keep playing. Am I crazy? Yes, I think I am. The only things careds are good for are magic tricks. I hate poker, unless its the striping kind. I hate cards, even if they are fun.
Cards can be many different things. A greeting card, a playing card. Cards can be a blank slate, or a pair of queens. They can be colorful, white, blue orange, anything you want them to be. They can express who you are in words or make you win a game of poker. Cards are everywhere.
They surrounded him. Red, black, gold. He piled them one on another, creating mountains of cards. An endless room. The breeze came and blew them all down. He begins again.
cards playing cards kings cup. I love that game, girls love it, some rules are crazy, love the aces. When I get an ace I like to call the little green man rule, no one like it and everyone ends up drinking because they forget about the poor little guy
my mother used to do my tarot cards for me but i never saw what i wanted to see and my life flashed right in front of me past present future just me alone nobody to walk with so many people to meet
And as the cards fell from the heavens and the children picked them up, they were whisked off to a brand new world. The adults who had touched the cards yet remained, and the children too frightened to touch them stared in awe, as the streets slowly began to empty all across the city. Indeed, over 2000 children were said to have disappeared that day, and no one was quite sure where they had went.
I see cards everywhere – the shape and spides crawling insed mental escape pods constructed of fractured time. Space spindles of twindling light are carressing my inside firepits. Cards. Cards. CArds. They make up the inside of nothingness – hollow thank yous on fake sentiments. Cards.
playing cards strewn across the table. Dealt his final hand. He thought he could fake a royal flush, but he doesn’t even have a pair to bluff with. He’s nothing. Not a queen for his side. He’s left a joker. Just a player, his hand lays bleeding across the table.
cards are red and blue and white. they come in different sizes and shapes. just waiting to be played. like women. gosh, am i cynical. but it’s the truth. they play you and play you until you are worn out. or until you find the right deck. and the person who can call your bluff. calling all poker fanatics, put on your green visors and your good luck charms, i’m waiting.
I remember once when I was on a train ride with my father and my best friend. We were going to Boston to visit the New England Aquarium. For the entire three-hour train ride, we played cards with one of the train attendants. It was a great time.
cards are white or they can come in any color. Some cards have numbers on them and people play with them to gamble or win money in general. Some people may be additcted cards Other times cards are used to make que cards in class. Cards are useful. ca
Held out in calloused palms beneath the gentle light of a crystal ball. We see our futures in these cards and in these hearts, these hearts that stain old cards and wear their ends, held out in calloused palms.
i love playing cards. in college jill and i played to pass the hours upon hours that we were not out partying, in our dorm room. we played slapjack, or war, or something violent that always got more violent because of how competitive we are. she is. really, i am not that competitive. although i do like to beat kids at cards. when they challenge me to speed, it’s very important to me that i show them…i am older, better and faster.
Sometimes I play cards by myself. I deal out two hands, and play back and forth, pretending I don’t know what I hold on the other side of the deck. When I play like this I always win, when I play like this I always lose.
Held out in calloused palms, gentle light of a crystal ball. We see our futures in these cards, in these ties that attach from strings that connect to us. These hearts, these hearts that stain old cards and wear their ends, held out in calloused palms.
lay them down on the table. One must play with the cards he is given. Essentially a metaphor for life and random happenstance. Gambit then takes on a new greater meaning.
a card can say a thousand things. if only you knew how many tumultuous seconds i took deciding what to write on every card i have ever given you.
then you would know.
then this would be right.
The man was killed by a stack of cards. Why? He tried, and failed, to eat the queen, the ten, and two of the aces which were worth only one between them — all without sauce.
they are sent through waves of people , coming to you to make your day and let you know that someone does love you. You arent alone on this day or this holiday. Someone has been thinking of you, and someone will always be thinking about you.
I don’t know my sister’s pin number to her card…
She tells me it every now and again.
She just told me she “tells me all the time”
Well, you see, it’s not my card so I don’t know the pin number.
It’s pointless.
I see them in the window, just like last May. Why couldn’t I have just bought you one then, when you were nearer to me? I know that it wouldn’t have changed much, but at least I can dream. It was just a condolence card, for your mother’s death, but maybe… Maybe one last glance at the girl i knew.
I always get cards for my birthday in the email, but I can never seem to remember to send them back in return. Like thank you cards. They are always forgotten. I wonder what my relatives think when they get no notice of their package or cards’ delivery in the mail. I don’t mean to be rude. I just forget sometimes. Sorry.
cards make people happy they bring joy and comfort to aching hearts .
They are a good thing to make when feeling creative , Why spend money when a home made cards says so much more.
Birthday, Christmas, sadness, happiness, feelings, i miss you, get well soon, but what do they really mean? Is it being a coward to talk in person or not know exactly what to say and having the cards do it for you ?
I like to play cards quiet often. Sometimes I play them with my favorite adult beverage, and other times I try to get friends to play strip poker. Strip poker is a fucking great game… Anyway, playing poker is fun too. Especially if I win!
Cards are the wonderful surprises that await you every holiday, or birthday. Cards can be cheesy, or thoughtful, rushed, or artsy. They show what a person wants to express. Unless of course you are talking about playing cards, because that’s a whole new story.
I don’t see the point in pre-made cards bought in stores. It merely states all the common words anyone would use to express their feelings, without any true substance to weigh them on the mind. Make one yourself.
i started playing cards yesterday, although i really didn’t know how to play. it was an interesting time, learning to play, and everything. but i found that in reality the real fun didn’t depend on me knowing how to play. i just loved spending time with the people i love most. thanks so much for playing with me.
Cards are always hard for me to play. I tend to get frustrated when we all sit in a circle and I am consistently dealt awful hands. Too bad. Except the one thing I can do with cards that makes others smile is tricks. I can line the cards up in all different ways, switch them around into new patterns, and still be able to pick out a person’s chosen card. But I never reveal my secrets!
what i just had this word. okay bye. no i an’t go yet. i don’t understand this website. i dont watn to ritw about cards. stpudid. haha im dunkkk. yuh i donkt kno whatesr goirng or rihtl noiwe haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadsklasl fh i lovve
I hadn’t seen him in years, but somehow I felt as though we had been together yesterday. My son had left home for the military when he was just eighteen years old, seemingly without a second glance at the life or the family which he was leaving behind. My husband and I felt abandoned, forgotten, even. Imagine pouring everything you have into shaping the life of your only child and having him abruptly leave you with a “Thanks, but no thanks.” It was unbearable. Of course, that was before we found the cards, the cards which he had written us every day since he had left. The cards saved our family.
ace of spades alice in wonderland poker and tea black white and red drinking games queen of hearts table top and coasters.
i love playing games with cards. mexicans use green cards. wow cards are square. go fish
i like throwing cards. cards give me paper cuts. cuts hurt. ouch. cards are pretty, pictures on cards are neat. cards a sometimes different shapes. cards can have shapes. you use cards to play poker, poker sounds like poke her in the ribs. nebraska is worst known for female abuse. thats a true statement.):
Cards are a lot of fun to play with. My friends and I play every weekend. I always loose but I still keep playing. Am I crazy? Yes, I think I am. The only things careds are good for are magic tricks. I hate poker, unless its the striping kind. I hate cards, even if they are fun.
They say play ya cards right and you will win but in this life game i’d rather roll dice consistency to my numbers i choose the chance i take
Cards can be many different things. A greeting card, a playing card. Cards can be a blank slate, or a pair of queens. They can be colorful, white, blue orange, anything you want them to be. They can express who you are in words or make you win a game of poker. Cards are everywhere.
They surrounded him. Red, black, gold. He piled them one on another, creating mountains of cards. An endless room. The breeze came and blew them all down. He begins again.
cards playing cards kings cup. I love that game, girls love it, some rules are crazy, love the aces. When I get an ace I like to call the little green man rule, no one like it and everyone ends up drinking because they forget about the poor little guy
my mother used to do my tarot cards for me but i never saw what i wanted to see and my life flashed right in front of me past present future just me alone nobody to walk with so many people to meet
And as the cards fell from the heavens and the children picked them up, they were whisked off to a brand new world. The adults who had touched the cards yet remained, and the children too frightened to touch them stared in awe, as the streets slowly began to empty all across the city. Indeed, over 2000 children were said to have disappeared that day, and no one was quite sure where they had went.
deck
go fish
poker
death
king
queen
ace
jack
player
playing
weapon
poker face
deceit
lies
moves
strategem
clover
joker
happy
tower
stack
cut
I see cards everywhere – the shape and spides crawling insed mental escape pods constructed of fractured time. Space spindles of twindling light are carressing my inside firepits. Cards. Cards. CArds. They make up the inside of nothingness – hollow thank yous on fake sentiments. Cards.
playing cards strewn across the table. Dealt his final hand. He thought he could fake a royal flush, but he doesn’t even have a pair to bluff with. He’s nothing. Not a queen for his side. He’s left a joker. Just a player, his hand lays bleeding across the table.
cards are red and blue and white. they come in different sizes and shapes. just waiting to be played. like women. gosh, am i cynical. but it’s the truth. they play you and play you until you are worn out. or until you find the right deck. and the person who can call your bluff. calling all poker fanatics, put on your green visors and your good luck charms, i’m waiting.
Left in a cubicle at the library. A game interrupted by academia and left face down to be dealt another day.
I remember once when I was on a train ride with my father and my best friend. We were going to Boston to visit the New England Aquarium. For the entire three-hour train ride, we played cards with one of the train attendants. It was a great time.
cards are white or they can come in any color. Some cards have numbers on them and people play with them to gamble or win money in general. Some people may be additcted cards Other times cards are used to make que cards in class. Cards are useful. ca
Held out in calloused palms beneath the gentle light of a crystal ball. We see our futures in these cards and in these hearts, these hearts that stain old cards and wear their ends, held out in calloused palms.
i love playing cards. in college jill and i played to pass the hours upon hours that we were not out partying, in our dorm room. we played slapjack, or war, or something violent that always got more violent because of how competitive we are. she is. really, i am not that competitive. although i do like to beat kids at cards. when they challenge me to speed, it’s very important to me that i show them…i am older, better and faster.
Sometimes I play cards by myself. I deal out two hands, and play back and forth, pretending I don’t know what I hold on the other side of the deck. When I play like this I always win, when I play like this I always lose.
Held out in calloused palms, gentle light of a crystal ball. We see our futures in these cards, in these ties that attach from strings that connect to us. These hearts, these hearts that stain old cards and wear their ends, held out in calloused palms.
Held out in calloused palms, connecting one life to another, knotting ties that attach with strings. Breaking hearts and making queens, these cards.
lay them down on the table. One must play with the cards he is given. Essentially a metaphor for life and random happenstance. Gambit then takes on a new greater meaning.
cards for crying. cue cards card sharks
a card can say a thousand things. if only you knew how many tumultuous seconds i took deciding what to write on every card i have ever given you.
then you would know.
then this would be right.
The man was killed by a stack of cards. Why? He tried, and failed, to eat the queen, the ten, and two of the aces which were worth only one between them — all without sauce.
they are sent through waves of people , coming to you to make your day and let you know that someone does love you. You arent alone on this day or this holiday. Someone has been thinking of you, and someone will always be thinking about you.
I don’t know my sister’s pin number to her card…
She tells me it every now and again.
She just told me she “tells me all the time”
Well, you see, it’s not my card so I don’t know the pin number.
It’s pointless.
I see them in the window, just like last May. Why couldn’t I have just bought you one then, when you were nearer to me? I know that it wouldn’t have changed much, but at least I can dream. It was just a condolence card, for your mother’s death, but maybe… Maybe one last glance at the girl i knew.
game
baseball
player
locker
music
rock
I always get cards for my birthday in the email, but I can never seem to remember to send them back in return. Like thank you cards. They are always forgotten. I wonder what my relatives think when they get no notice of their package or cards’ delivery in the mail. I don’t mean to be rude. I just forget sometimes. Sorry.
cards make people happy they bring joy and comfort to aching hearts .
They are a good thing to make when feeling creative , Why spend money when a home made cards says so much more.
Birthday, Christmas, sadness, happiness, feelings, i miss you, get well soon, but what do they really mean? Is it being a coward to talk in person or not know exactly what to say and having the cards do it for you ?
I like to play cards quiet often. Sometimes I play them with my favorite adult beverage, and other times I try to get friends to play strip poker. Strip poker is a fucking great game… Anyway, playing poker is fun too. Especially if I win!
Cards are the wonderful surprises that await you every holiday, or birthday. Cards can be cheesy, or thoughtful, rushed, or artsy. They show what a person wants to express. Unless of course you are talking about playing cards, because that’s a whole new story.
Poker gambling solitare go fish hand hands straight flush uno bingo birthday business credit
I don’t see the point in pre-made cards bought in stores. It merely states all the common words anyone would use to express their feelings, without any true substance to weigh them on the mind. Make one yourself.
i started playing cards yesterday, although i really didn’t know how to play. it was an interesting time, learning to play, and everything. but i found that in reality the real fun didn’t depend on me knowing how to play. i just loved spending time with the people i love most. thanks so much for playing with me.
Cards are always hard for me to play. I tend to get frustrated when we all sit in a circle and I am consistently dealt awful hands. Too bad. Except the one thing I can do with cards that makes others smile is tricks. I can line the cards up in all different ways, switch them around into new patterns, and still be able to pick out a person’s chosen card. But I never reveal my secrets!
what i just had this word. okay bye. no i an’t go yet. i don’t understand this website. i dont watn to ritw about cards. stpudid. haha im dunkkk. yuh i donkt kno whatesr goirng or rihtl noiwe haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadsklasl fh i lovve