Make haste, make waves, or at least a cloud of ink.
Two is a coincidence, three is a pattern… three wishes… celebrity deaths come in threes or two-thousand-sixteens…
Hello? Am I online? Can anyone read this message? I do not know where we are
“Hello, this is Hector from Hector the Spectre Collector. Unfortunately, we are all booked up until next week. If you …
Uh, hi, tarot blogger lady? It’s Colin. One of the ghosts? We didn’t interrupt your last post! That voice in …
beware. beware! fear the coming darkness.
You have many stories to tell. No one listens anymore.
The rocks are slippery. Recovery is slippery. Angels hate getting their down feathers wet.
If an oracle tells you that you will be devoured by sharks tomorrow at 3:16 p.m. and 47 seconds, do not drive further inland! Humanity barely survived the last four sharknado tragedies.
To avoid ultimate defeat, wise Tarot readers will insist that you do something monumentally stupid upon pulling a seven.
“We will (grudgingly) stop wailing obscenities in your ears at three in the morning. This is a big sacrifice for us. Your reactions are priceless! Oh man, we wish you could see how you look! What a bunch of dweebs!”
Chamaeleonids are especially tickled pink by the opportunity.
What? No! Wrong way! We’ll be run over by massive fifteenth century carts with lift kits and fake nuts tied to the back!
If you’re reading this from the future (yay, that means the internet still works!)…
It has come to my attention that today marks the one-hundredth Terrible Tarot post. I, and the nice young woman who uploads my humble scribblings, would like to thank our readers, all four of you.
In the Sola Busca version, (featured above) the carver is finished. Finished, as in pecked clean by the crows, one of which still lurks on a branch above.
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If you go down to the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise. If you go down to the woods today, you’d better go in disguise, for every bear that ever there was will gather there together because we have been encroaching upon their natural habitat and the wilderness hungers for vengeance.
Avoid the temptation of negative thought. Avoid the naivete of positive thought. Avoid thought. Avoid perception. Avoid the word “doom”. Under no circumstances should you allow yourself to have a nightmare. Sleep well.
Stand on your hands and make toes with your fists.
The Knight of Coins waits for orders, and waits some more, then continues to wait, followed by a great deal of waiting, culminating in a good long wait.