Swords X
The cards tend to tell me
The hard truths, the obvious
But when on some days
They give me hope
Even filled with swords
The hope hurts more than
The truth ever can
The cards tend to tell me
The hard truths, the obvious
But when on some days
They give me hope
Even filled with swords
The hope hurts more than
The truth ever can
West Point Indiana July 30 1908 Hello Floyd, Ossie is going Sun instead of Ruthy. Ruth is going to have court & (any?) and can't go. She is just sick about it. Hope everything will be so we can go. Hot as can be today. -Ethel Mr. Floyd
There's a thing I think some folks don't get about the horror genre. There's a point to it beyond the blood and gore and existential dread. Well several points, actually.
A couple years ago I started developing a card game to use some of the more than 15,000 photos I’ve taken of my cat Norman. I’ve finally finished it and have put it up on Kickstarter to share it with the world. I‘ll be posting updates