If life were a card game
there would be no
championship, no tournament
for me
I can’t bluff
I don’t have a poker face
I don’t know when to hold ’em
or when to fold ’em
No ace in the hole
No see you, no raise you
No call, no fold
spread
squeeze play
stud
suck out
tainted out
texture
tilt
tight
I’m a wild card baby
an irregular declaration
a maniac
So ante up
with your deep stack
go all in
push
I’m an exposed card
What you see is what you get. . . .
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
"Eye Fly High"
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
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A baking and dessert blog.
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
Paul Johnson's comedy blog: I didn't get into comedy to be rich or famous. All I've ever wanted was to be loved...by somebody rich and famous.
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
They say if you enter a poker game and look around the table and you can’t spot the fish, then YOU’RE the fish. Well…I’m the fish. Always have been. That why I stay away from poker tables.
That would be me. My whole life is an open book.
This is somehow erotic. I can’t figure it out, but I get the impression that it is…
Yes, quite right. In my mind when I wrote it–openness, rawness, exposure–in one sense, or another.