you play them, you give them. you bet with them, you drink with them, they can get you laid, they come all shapes and sizes, the company that made them made valentines day so popular as well!!
Greetings salutations hello happybirthday i’m sorry i wasnt enough im sorry for your loss im sorry for missing your birthday im sorry i lied im sorry your dying im sorry your dead im sorry im sorry.
The cards were the only thing I could think about. Cards, millions of them. Floating around in time and space. Calling to me, hoping for me. All I could feel and want were one of those cards. All I cared about. This was the paradox of high school. The ridiculous fallacy of society. That in the end, all I cared about were those cards.
She sat at the table with him, watching as he looked at his cards. He wasn’t sure what to play when his turn came up, having nothing in his hands but a couple twos among other rubbish. Sighing he looked over at her as she looked over at him. “What do you have?” he asked as if the suspense would convince her to tell him. She laughed. “your going to have to try harder than that silly boy!”
He was the one with the winning cards. He was the king of the chess board. He was the one, who was going to win this game, no matter what.
The game of hearts.
I went to the casino once… and we played card games.
No wait,
I dated this boy once – and his sister was a black jack dealer at that casino.
It got my interested in becoming a dealer.
They make a ton of moneys… off of something so simple as cards.
Poker.
Spades.
Sometimes I wish I could record these memories on little cards, written in perfectly even script. So that I could put them in my pocket and keep them forever, put them in a little box to look at some day far from now. My little cardbox of memories, for when I cannot play anymore.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell her everything
Again, he began writing his stream of consciousness onto the card. More of him was spilling out than the ink from his pen.
Who was this person who was writing like a mad man? Is this what love does!?
And he kept writing.
I forgot to write out my Christmas cards again this year. I have recipes cards in the kitcken. I like playing cards with my husband. I bought Valentine cards for Jainee.
“just one more hand” he said , pleading with his eyes. I looked down at his depleted pile of chips. A desperate man. I picked up my bag, turned around and never once looked back.
There was a card on her desk. “From whom is this from?” she pondered. Her cubicle neighbor takes a weary glance and looks down– tap tap tapping his pen. Nervous.
“You’re beautiful.”
christmas cards on the dining table, from years and years ago. there are signs of what was and what could have, but never signs of you.
i think perhaps that if i collect them in clusters i will find some sort of trace of what you mean to me, but i never do.
i never do.
Going through the cards was the hardest of all. The words of sympathy were very nice, many of them heartfelt, but no matter how many times she read them, it didn’t bring her mum back.
The deck of cards fell to the ground and I knew I had one mere seconds to react. Ducking in time, missing the swipe of the blade, I jumped out of my chair and rolled towards the door. Getting to my feet I barreled out of the room and into the main foyer, not looking behind me once. Grabbing hold of the door knob I felt my stomach lurch – it was locked. Turning, I faced my pursuer and braced myself for a fight.
The cards were stacked up by the back door ready to go in the recycling. That was it – another birthday over, another year passed and what did she have to show for it – a pile of cards and a mountain of debt. She sat on the step and cried.
i hate the idea of cards. cards are nice only when you receive them. after that, you just don’t know what to do with them. you debate whether to throw them or not. sending cards is a way to keep connected with people you now longer meet, some say. is that so? if it is, nothing is more disheartening when you realize those people no longer send you cards.
I love birthday cards. Delicious, colorful. Why not give and get cards every day, why just birthdays, Christmas, etc? How about people who are cards themselves, real cards! Do they get something special?
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letters home to people whom you love. a forced thank you. a happy note. a love letter with lavender colored ink. Flash cards are making my head spin yet I keep them as momentous of my past.
Alice could not think of anything else but how else to defeat the cards that stood before her. They marched in an orderly fashion, their hearts, spades, clubs and diamonds flashing like battle tattoos on their thin, almost 2-dimensional body. But she was not afraid. She was ready. She held her scissors, she held her knife; Alice rushed in and screamed.
cards enable you to play games. cards can be drawn. cards can be kept, stored, or even shuffles. cards are awesome. 30 seconds is way too short for this… yeah. cards. cool.
21. bs. jacks kings queens, uno, pokemon, yugioh, magic, four sides, smooth, casino, reno, five letter word, games, fun, tricks, magic. I didn’t know I had to write in complete sentences…
cards are given on birthdays and holidays typically, but the best type of cards, are the unexpected ones. the ones that say “i’m glad to have you around” and even though they’re random and completely unnecessary- they are one of the most necessary things- they are love. when you get something in the mail dont you feel loved? when i see something that’s addressed to me, i get this bubbly feeling inside because i know this person took the time to think about me and write this out by hand rather than sending me a text message or IM. and you know what’s even better? postcards! they tell a story just from the image on the front, and if they’re from somewhere out of the country- that’s even better. then its like someone from columbia, or italy or india or australia or africa or chile or where ever in the world you are, touched this card. it went through the mail with all the other cards and letters in another language, in another country, in another time zone! call me crazy, but getting a card in the mail is almost as exciting as reaching into a bag of trail mix and pulling out an m&m on the first try.
When I was little, my aunt got married and asked me to be the flower girl. During the rehearsal, she didn’t have any petals for me, so I was told to make believe. My favorite cousin told me that I looked like I was dealing cards, and it ruined the entire wedding for me. Hes still my favorite.
i like him i love him and everything is so weird tonight and all my emotions are running high and i can’t even think about anything other than this. i’m this website stumbleupon.com for the first time. um. i really neeeeeeeeeeeed to sleep and i need to get my mind sorted out. if eel like a whiny teenager. i need to get out of heree mm nothing is satisfying me what is this…
The boy stared at the large man across the table. His eye’s shifted to his cards. The dilema: reveal his hand and risk a bullet, or fold and lose the months rent? His clammy hands clutched the full house, the winning hand.
He looked at the cards in his hand and knew he was going to lose big time.
He would lose everything he owned, he would lose his integrity, just because of these cards in his hand.
Discarded cards that lost the game now left behind, abandoned, lately finished. My poker face was too much for your loving heart and that mystifying trust.
cards are weird they’re super thin and they make no sense, who invented cards, I mean who decided like “hey guys let’s put numbers on some paper and pass them back and forth to find out who wins! YAY it’s just so interesting I guess. And who ever thought they could stack cards? I mean that’s like impossible! what the heck? when did people decide stacking cards was a good idea?
the cards have been dealt, my hand has been played. i no longer have control of my future. its is all but in the hands of my oppressors, i feel but do not speak for my words have no more meaning. this life was not meant for my kind, every thing is lost.
I love getting cards. Who doesn’t? Even if it’s from someone you knew was going to get you one, it’s still a great feeling. The authentic handwriting instead of typing, the (sometimes) colored envelopes, and the stamp telling you where it’s been. There’s a lot that goes into a card, even if the sender doesn’t think so.
happiness within your hands.
something given when all else fails.
always seem to say what you want it to say without you having to know what to say.
the perfect addition to any gift.
something that will always be kept.
The well-worn cards were laid out on the table in a dim room. The only light was from the moonlight streaming in from the window. A black haired figure sat at the desk, fingering the cards. Her intense green eyes glowed as she glimpsed into the future.
I get cards for my birthday and Christmas. I prefer homemade cards more than store bought ones. Playing speed with cards is fun, I’m pro. Lets play? Queen of hearts is my favorite card.
you play them, you give them. you bet with them, you drink with them, they can get you laid, they come all shapes and sizes, the company that made them made valentines day so popular as well!!
Greetings salutations hello happybirthday i’m sorry i wasnt enough im sorry for your loss im sorry for missing your birthday im sorry i lied im sorry your dying im sorry your dead im sorry im sorry.
The cards were the only thing I could think about. Cards, millions of them. Floating around in time and space. Calling to me, hoping for me. All I could feel and want were one of those cards. All I cared about. This was the paradox of high school. The ridiculous fallacy of society. That in the end, all I cared about were those cards.
She sat at the table with him, watching as he looked at his cards. He wasn’t sure what to play when his turn came up, having nothing in his hands but a couple twos among other rubbish. Sighing he looked over at her as she looked over at him. “What do you have?” he asked as if the suspense would convince her to tell him. She laughed. “your going to have to try harder than that silly boy!”
He was the one with the winning cards. He was the king of the chess board. He was the one, who was going to win this game, no matter what.
The game of hearts.
I went to the casino once… and we played card games.
No wait,
I dated this boy once – and his sister was a black jack dealer at that casino.
It got my interested in becoming a dealer.
They make a ton of moneys… off of something so simple as cards.
Poker.
Spades.
Sometimes I wish I could record these memories on little cards, written in perfectly even script. So that I could put them in my pocket and keep them forever, put them in a little box to look at some day far from now. My little cardbox of memories, for when I cannot play anymore.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell her everything
Again, he began writing his stream of consciousness onto the card. More of him was spilling out than the ink from his pen.
Who was this person who was writing like a mad man? Is this what love does!?
And he kept writing.
“A card!” she exclaimed, “A CARD! I’ll write Jonas a card!”
and she did so
but she ran out of ink
and out of time
Woe to the republic…
I forgot to write out my Christmas cards again this year. I have recipes cards in the kitcken. I like playing cards with my husband. I bought Valentine cards for Jainee.
“just one more hand” he said , pleading with his eyes. I looked down at his depleted pile of chips. A desperate man. I picked up my bag, turned around and never once looked back.
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There was a card on her desk. “From whom is this from?” she pondered. Her cubicle neighbor takes a weary glance and looks down– tap tap tapping his pen. Nervous.
“You’re beautiful.”
christmas cards on the dining table, from years and years ago. there are signs of what was and what could have, but never signs of you.
i think perhaps that if i collect them in clusters i will find some sort of trace of what you mean to me, but i never do.
i never do.
Going through the cards was the hardest of all. The words of sympathy were very nice, many of them heartfelt, but no matter how many times she read them, it didn’t bring her mum back.
The deck of cards fell to the ground and I knew I had one mere seconds to react. Ducking in time, missing the swipe of the blade, I jumped out of my chair and rolled towards the door. Getting to my feet I barreled out of the room and into the main foyer, not looking behind me once. Grabbing hold of the door knob I felt my stomach lurch – it was locked. Turning, I faced my pursuer and braced myself for a fight.
i gave you a card on valentine’s day.
it was a mad lib, and you filled it in with your own words
i don’t remember what it said
all i remember is that i wanted you so badly
sigh
The cards were stacked up by the back door ready to go in the recycling. That was it – another birthday over, another year passed and what did she have to show for it – a pile of cards and a mountain of debt. She sat on the step and cried.
i hate the idea of cards. cards are nice only when you receive them. after that, you just don’t know what to do with them. you debate whether to throw them or not. sending cards is a way to keep connected with people you now longer meet, some say. is that so? if it is, nothing is more disheartening when you realize those people no longer send you cards.
I love birthday cards. Delicious, colorful. Why not give and get cards every day, why just birthdays, Christmas, etc? How about people who are cards themselves, real cards! Do they get something special?
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A special event. a game among friends or family or something to collect. No matter what kind they are they tend to bring enjoyment and fun.
letters home to people whom you love. a forced thank you. a happy note. a love letter with lavender colored ink. Flash cards are making my head spin yet I keep them as momentous of my past.
Alice could not think of anything else but how else to defeat the cards that stood before her. They marched in an orderly fashion, their hearts, spades, clubs and diamonds flashing like battle tattoos on their thin, almost 2-dimensional body. But she was not afraid. She was ready. She held her scissors, she held her knife; Alice rushed in and screamed.
cards enable you to play games. cards can be drawn. cards can be kept, stored, or even shuffles. cards are awesome. 30 seconds is way too short for this… yeah. cards. cool.
21. bs. jacks kings queens, uno, pokemon, yugioh, magic, four sides, smooth, casino, reno, five letter word, games, fun, tricks, magic. I didn’t know I had to write in complete sentences…
cards are given on birthdays and holidays typically, but the best type of cards, are the unexpected ones. the ones that say “i’m glad to have you around” and even though they’re random and completely unnecessary- they are one of the most necessary things- they are love. when you get something in the mail dont you feel loved? when i see something that’s addressed to me, i get this bubbly feeling inside because i know this person took the time to think about me and write this out by hand rather than sending me a text message or IM. and you know what’s even better? postcards! they tell a story just from the image on the front, and if they’re from somewhere out of the country- that’s even better. then its like someone from columbia, or italy or india or australia or africa or chile or where ever in the world you are, touched this card. it went through the mail with all the other cards and letters in another language, in another country, in another time zone! call me crazy, but getting a card in the mail is almost as exciting as reaching into a bag of trail mix and pulling out an m&m on the first try.
When I was little, my aunt got married and asked me to be the flower girl. During the rehearsal, she didn’t have any petals for me, so I was told to make believe. My favorite cousin told me that I looked like I was dealing cards, and it ruined the entire wedding for me. Hes still my favorite.
i like him i love him and everything is so weird tonight and all my emotions are running high and i can’t even think about anything other than this. i’m this website stumbleupon.com for the first time. um. i really neeeeeeeeeeeed to sleep and i need to get my mind sorted out. if eel like a whiny teenager. i need to get out of heree mm nothing is satisfying me what is this…
The boy stared at the large man across the table. His eye’s shifted to his cards. The dilema: reveal his hand and risk a bullet, or fold and lose the months rent? His clammy hands clutched the full house, the winning hand.
He looked at the cards in his hand and knew he was going to lose big time.
He would lose everything he owned, he would lose his integrity, just because of these cards in his hand.
Discarded cards that lost the game now left behind, abandoned, lately finished. My poker face was too much for your loving heart and that mystifying trust.
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cards are weird they’re super thin and they make no sense, who invented cards, I mean who decided like “hey guys let’s put numbers on some paper and pass them back and forth to find out who wins! YAY it’s just so interesting I guess. And who ever thought they could stack cards? I mean that’s like impossible! what the heck? when did people decide stacking cards was a good idea?
the cards have been dealt, my hand has been played. i no longer have control of my future. its is all but in the hands of my oppressors, i feel but do not speak for my words have no more meaning. this life was not meant for my kind, every thing is lost.
I love getting cards. Who doesn’t? Even if it’s from someone you knew was going to get you one, it’s still a great feeling. The authentic handwriting instead of typing, the (sometimes) colored envelopes, and the stamp telling you where it’s been. There’s a lot that goes into a card, even if the sender doesn’t think so.
happiness within your hands.
something given when all else fails.
always seem to say what you want it to say without you having to know what to say.
the perfect addition to any gift.
something that will always be kept.
The well-worn cards were laid out on the table in a dim room. The only light was from the moonlight streaming in from the window. A black haired figure sat at the desk, fingering the cards. Her intense green eyes glowed as she glimpsed into the future.
I get cards for my birthday and Christmas. I prefer homemade cards more than store bought ones. Playing speed with cards is fun, I’m pro. Lets play? Queen of hearts is my favorite card.
they express feelings, you can tell a person how much you care about them and express what you cannot express on paper. I like them.