May 20th, 2005
|05:53 pm - Jokers|
I pulled the jokers out of a deck of cards. Now, I'm staring at one.
I can't articulate how much this particular card means to me right now.
I could talk about Huizinga, or Eris, or Tina, or myself, or Mal-2, or Rev. Stang, or Mazi, or sacred fools, or the Winebago Trickster, or Eddie Izzard, or bad porn, or children, or the Children of Night. Or I could talk about none or all of these things.
But they wouldn't convey what I feel looking at this card.
Nothing is coming.
It's already here.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "The Christian", -JB
My grandfather was a postman, who also built cabinets and blew up things in Belgium by gliding across the channel in... gliders. He never liked science fiction, or any of that fiction nonsense. He believed the world was a horrible place because they said so in New of The World. But, he gave me a pack of Jokers once. He had a collection.
Where in Eris' name are those Jokers now?
If you find them, bring them to WWF
so that we can play a game.
I'm not sure there could be a more Discordian game. It may, potentially, be more Discoridan than Sink.
I've got 5 Aces of Spades.
ST:TOS, "A Piece of the Action"