Tending my fruit, tending my fruit
Ah you've got to have a hobby
A man must have a shed to keep him sane
Thus begins a song by XTC that is applicable here. Seeing as I have turned out to be a one dwarf pumpkin farmer and I'm too off-put by people to keep up the cartomancy charade I've turned to the cards themselves. Writing and explicating upon them. I'd much prefer hanging out with my 15-year-old or the woman I love but the former would rather not and the latter would but... thus are the foibles of man.
So here am I ruminating on playing cards.
Some people say
That I am out of my tree
Or just a strawberry fool
Someday they'll see
'Til then I'll blow you a raspberry
'Cause apples and pears are me
Or in this case cherries and pears emblazoned on a Hallmark pack are me with a Joker to literally die for and because of. I'm not certain why the Joker holding a King of Hearts does it for me but I am completely mystified by this card. More so probably because it is separated from me in this mortal plane by cellophane, not once but twice. Haha. My reluctance to opening vintage packs is a real hindrance in this case because I'd also like to see the Ace of Spades and find out what's going on with it as well.
I also really didn't notice until now that the Joker is dropping other cards from the deck as well. I will likely to do a blog post on the potential symbolism of such a seemingly haphazard dropping of cards. That is, if I can clearly read them. While the commons are easily figured out the Face Card seems a bit more indistinguishable especially since I don't know what the rest of the pack looks like.
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