Shuffling cards is hard, just as lying. You can lie in many ways, but it is hard to lie by shuffling your cards. You just make the outcome more random, in a way that isn’t always positive. Think about telling the truth, you discard your hand, no more playing required.
I opened the box of my new deck of tarot cards. the first card drawn. The fool. What does this mean? What does it say about me and my future? Or is it my past? Or is it my present? Who knows. My gaze was drawn to the one valentines card I received this year.
The Nine of Laughter. The Six of Pastry. The Jack of Last Night’s Argument. The Ace of Sandcastles. The Ten of Leaves. The Five of Under-Appreciated Sweaters. The Queen of Doors. The Seven of Mist. The Four of Sitting Pretty. The King of Aching Terror. The Three of Metal Flowers. The Eight of Not Eight. The Deuce of What The.
Picture cards. I like to look at some of them and I never look at some. I do know that main memorry is in my head. Cards are important for not a long time.
He was only there for the gin. The lady he’d brought with him was hanging out by the card table, flirting with the dealer. Is this what life had dealt him? Unfaithful women and bottom shelf liquor?
cards are bs. they are made by people with lots of time. and also by carol vanek. she makes some jewish cards. some have cute drawings. my birthday card made no sense this year. lame.
cards can be sent, written, or well played. they make smiles brighter, or pockets emptier. it all depends on the method. christmas cards, birthday cards, or rather the more sinister playing cards. which ever one tickles your fancy.
This is the day
What is the day
How is the day
Take from the day
Don’t return to the day
Don’t look back on the day
Don’t reflect on the day
Just live the day
This is the day
cards, the only thing in this world that makes any sense, the only game that could personify life would be poker, you play with the hands you are dealt, the only things with cards that really makes sense is that it does not make sense.
cards are good for playing games, my mate had this set of cards that had all these really in your face pornography on them, it distracted me from the game.
but still, i love looking at tits when i play poker.
Cards are generally peices of cardboard. People use them to take notes, to build things, and to write to people. There is a websit called PostSecret, in which the creater urged people to send him postcards of their secrets. I urge you to take a look at them.
I used to make cards for my first love. but it all went south after three years of being together. he couldn’t live without me, literally. now ive stopped making cards
the cards in the deck show me who i am. these magic tricks i play tell me more about myself than i will ever learn through anything else.
and they’re fun too.
i have a few cards which i have to make for my friend’s wedding. I have to send those card before her wedding, definitely. and i am going to make sure i design the most beautiful card for her wedding
cards are very important as it can be used for different purposes. For instance we use cards to send out greetings as well as invitations. Furthermore people use cards for business purposes as well as introductory material when meeting people as cards give out a sense of professionalism and saves a lot of time and awkward starts.
You have to play with the cards that are dealt to you. You have nothing else. There’s nothing more difficult than wishing you had someone else’s cards, but you’ve gotta play the game. There are things that will get in your way…jealousy, fear, anger…everything.
cards are fun and like the queen of hearts and stuff and jack and 10 and queen of diamonds like alice and stuff and tweedlle dee and tweedle dumb and the white rabbitt and the march hair and stuff lke that including like the mad hatter andm mouse and stuff fun ftuff man fun.
cards and cards – birthday cards sitting in the window sill getting yellow by the day, dim reminders of a day long past, when I was happy and loved. Now alone, afraid to remove them from the window, to hide them away in a box or to bin them.
If they are not there, what proof have I of ever being loved? How do I know that these people ever existed in my life?
But it is all my own fault I am alone now, hiding away in my dirty flat, the yellow cards in the window telling everyone that this is who I am.
this one time we were playing cards,
and i didn’t like the faces,
no the queen stared at me,
and the joker laughed,
and the king watched it all happen –
layin down
a 9 and a 10 first,
he just stared at my lay out
say goodbye to your full straight
and i said fuck that
greeting lovve notes playing cards. one time we made our hallway look like the alice in wonderland scenario. our red doors became card like and stood with hearts covered on their stance…..
I guess having a ‘lucky’ something makes people feel special. A lucky time (11:11), a lucky number, a lucky pair of underwear. I have a lucky card. The ace of spades. I guess I don’t play cards much anymore, but i used to collect them (which basically meant running around my house and stealing all the ace of spades from every deck). I guess I never felt any more special for having a “lucky” card, but I liked to pretend.
cards are sent for many occasions. they are a waste of paper. i cant stand using them for memorizing words i won’t even remember a year from now. i hate wasting paper. no one even means what they say when they give them to you.
I’ll put my cards on the table right now. It has to stop. It has to stop. I rehearse it over and over in my mind but somehow I never say it outloud. Even after a bottle of wine, some sort of self-preservation and politeness remains.
i grew up in a house like this, knew the groan of every stair all the walls seemed to listen in all the years seemed to take up air when you dreamed it was of the wind blowing cold and hard and when you wake up you still live in a house of cards
The only card game that could ever manage to hook me to it, was UNO cards. I never understood the other sophisticated card games, or maybe I never wanted to. I like tarot cards. They look interesting, with weird figures on it.
game cards, birthday cards, green and blue, big and small, music and noise, rare these days
I knew I liked him from the very first birthday card he gave me.
Shuffling cards is hard, just as lying. You can lie in many ways, but it is hard to lie by shuffling your cards. You just make the outcome more random, in a way that isn’t always positive. Think about telling the truth, you discard your hand, no more playing required.
I opened the box of my new deck of tarot cards. the first card drawn. The fool. What does this mean? What does it say about me and my future? Or is it my past? Or is it my present? Who knows. My gaze was drawn to the one valentines card I received this year.
The Nine of Laughter. The Six of Pastry. The Jack of Last Night’s Argument. The Ace of Sandcastles. The Ten of Leaves. The Five of Under-Appreciated Sweaters. The Queen of Doors. The Seven of Mist. The Four of Sitting Pretty. The King of Aching Terror. The Three of Metal Flowers. The Eight of Not Eight. The Deuce of What The.
i live in a house of cards….don’t blow on it or it will all come tumbling down.
Picture cards. I like to look at some of them and I never look at some. I do know that main memorry is in my head. Cards are important for not a long time.
He was only there for the gin. The lady he’d brought with him was hanging out by the card table, flirting with the dealer. Is this what life had dealt him? Unfaithful women and bottom shelf liquor?
playing deck
joker
1000 blank white
52
54
square
thin
paper
play
poker
hand
bets
games
holding
youth
wild west
ciggarettes
booze
cards are bs. they are made by people with lots of time. and also by carol vanek. she makes some jewish cards. some have cute drawings. my birthday card made no sense this year. lame.
cards can be sent, written, or well played. they make smiles brighter, or pockets emptier. it all depends on the method. christmas cards, birthday cards, or rather the more sinister playing cards. which ever one tickles your fancy.
Robin doesn’t understand condolence cards. hey, sorry she’s dead, here’s a piece of dead tree.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to work with this,” I said, desperately.
“Tough luck, buddy,” he spat at me. “You gotta play the cards you’re dealt.”
This is the day
What is the day
How is the day
Take from the day
Don’t return to the day
Don’t look back on the day
Don’t reflect on the day
Just live the day
This is the day
solitare solitare solitare solitare solitare solitare solitare solitare
I like playing cards
cards, the only thing in this world that makes any sense, the only game that could personify life would be poker, you play with the hands you are dealt, the only things with cards that really makes sense is that it does not make sense.
cards are good for playing games, my mate had this set of cards that had all these really in your face pornography on them, it distracted me from the game.
but still, i love looking at tits when i play poker.
Cards are generally peices of cardboard. People use them to take notes, to build things, and to write to people. There is a websit called PostSecret, in which the creater urged people to send him postcards of their secrets. I urge you to take a look at them.
poker
they are made of card board and they are petty and wonderful and can resicled aswell as be sent to people as birthday cards
I used to make cards for my first love. but it all went south after three years of being together. he couldn’t live without me, literally. now ive stopped making cards
the cards in the deck show me who i am. these magic tricks i play tell me more about myself than i will ever learn through anything else.
and they’re fun too.
i have a few cards which i have to make for my friend’s wedding. I have to send those card before her wedding, definitely. and i am going to make sure i design the most beautiful card for her wedding
cards are very important as it can be used for different purposes. For instance we use cards to send out greetings as well as invitations. Furthermore people use cards for business purposes as well as introductory material when meeting people as cards give out a sense of professionalism and saves a lot of time and awkward starts.
i built it up
h
i
g
h
-up so.
& the pieces fell upon
my head like a house of cards
from the gentlest wind.
You have to play with the cards that are dealt to you. You have nothing else. There’s nothing more difficult than wishing you had someone else’s cards, but you’ve gotta play the game. There are things that will get in your way…jealousy, fear, anger…everything.
cards mean losing money. That’s a cruelty to earn profit at the expense of naive people. No places in this world are dirtier than casinos.
cards are fun and like the queen of hearts and stuff and jack and 10 and queen of diamonds like alice and stuff and tweedlle dee and tweedle dumb and the white rabbitt and the march hair and stuff lke that including like the mad hatter andm mouse and stuff fun ftuff man fun.
the cards on the sill shone like golden foil in the sun as the breez pushed them ever so softly, tempting them to fall.
cards and cards – birthday cards sitting in the window sill getting yellow by the day, dim reminders of a day long past, when I was happy and loved. Now alone, afraid to remove them from the window, to hide them away in a box or to bin them.
If they are not there, what proof have I of ever being loved? How do I know that these people ever existed in my life?
But it is all my own fault I am alone now, hiding away in my dirty flat, the yellow cards in the window telling everyone that this is who I am.
this one time we were playing cards,
and i didn’t like the faces,
no the queen stared at me,
and the joker laughed,
and the king watched it all happen –
layin down
a 9 and a 10 first,
he just stared at my lay out
say goodbye to your full straight
and i said fuck that
greeting lovve notes playing cards. one time we made our hallway look like the alice in wonderland scenario. our red doors became card like and stood with hearts covered on their stance…..
hallmark
I guess having a ‘lucky’ something makes people feel special. A lucky time (11:11), a lucky number, a lucky pair of underwear. I have a lucky card. The ace of spades. I guess I don’t play cards much anymore, but i used to collect them (which basically meant running around my house and stealing all the ace of spades from every deck). I guess I never felt any more special for having a “lucky” card, but I liked to pretend.
Cards, I actually thought I should learn how to play poker recently, then I was like….nah.
Joker cards are all I can think about now, damn that Heath Ledger.
cards are sent for many occasions. they are a waste of paper. i cant stand using them for memorizing words i won’t even remember a year from now. i hate wasting paper. no one even means what they say when they give them to you.
I’ll put my cards on the table right now. It has to stop. It has to stop. I rehearse it over and over in my mind but somehow I never say it outloud. Even after a bottle of wine, some sort of self-preservation and politeness remains.
i grew up in a house like this, knew the groan of every stair all the walls seemed to listen in all the years seemed to take up air when you dreamed it was of the wind blowing cold and hard and when you wake up you still live in a house of cards
The only card game that could ever manage to hook me to it, was UNO cards. I never understood the other sophisticated card games, or maybe I never wanted to. I like tarot cards. They look interesting, with weird figures on it.