I’m trying to learn Tarot right now as I’m in dire need of a practical, hands on hobby, and this is one that relies on memory and concentration, traits that I’m sure left me long ago so I should execerise whatever feeble leftovers there are floating around in my head.
So tonight I brought the cards out, gave them a sacred amount of shuffles I’m sure, set the deck and I turned the cards:
Tarot MA: You are at a crossroads.
Me: Well, aye. I am, but that’s life and, like, half of you guys innit.
Tarot1: Here’s some of the heavy shit that gets you down.
Me: Omg yes.
Tarot2: You worry about this a lot.
Me: OMG YES. YOU’RE DOING BRILLIANTLY SWEETY WHAT DO I DO.
Tarot3: *~*WELL I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT!*~*
Me: OMG that doesn’t help me right now but that’s great.
The Tumblr screenshots are true.
The bus stop, as per.
Jakes toe to toe, a frenzy.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
I’ve been feeling quite fragile recently. I’ve had a few disappointments come my way in a short space of time and I will admit it has gotten on top of me a little bit, especially today, and I’ve been guilty of wallowing in self-pity and vague-booking about it. Ugh @ me.
Cue palfaces to the rescue with all the memes and top quality banter.
Sometimes it’s good to express yourself creatively. It can be a most effective catharsis and often it’s a much healthier way of expressing your emotions than say, stabbing people. With that in mind, quite often when I am out and about and find my patience is tried, I write a haiku about my annoyance instead of stabbing the offenders. I will admit it’s worked so far and I haven’t actually stabbed anyone to date. Sssstab. Sometimes, however, I write haikus just because they’re fun and silly. Here are some examples from the past and I promise there will be many more to come. Enjoy!
Standard age: Methuselah.
Oan the bus to Hell.
Oh, amorous neds,
crying out in the night;
skin flappin’ an’ aw’! God.
Young couple in love.
Your affection slurping
Over my tunes, ew.
inside of my face;
a build up of misery.
I cry tears of snot.
Garden is quiet.
Thunder rips through the silence.
Sorry! I farted.
Young bus stop boys
With your beer bottles clanking
Show me your ID.
Bus stop jakey fight:
So Tiffany Patterson
Stole the heroin.