Queen of Cups
Perhaps she regrets leaving her bathing suit in the beach bag she forgot by the door
Minor Arcana
Damsel of Wands
Your autobiography will read like an off-brand book of Mad Libs.
Knight of Swords
Sprinting to life’s finish line
Five of Cups
You cannot chop despair into a nice fruit salad.
Ten of Swords
Shishkabobulated.
Knight of Octopus
Make haste, make waves, or at least a cloud of ink.
Three of Coins
Two is a coincidence, three is a pattern… three wishes… celebrity deaths come in threes or two-thousand-sixteens…
Ten of Wands
Uh, hi, tarot blogger lady? It’s Colin. One of the ghosts? We didn’t interrupt your last post! That voice in …
Two of Fish
beware. beware! fear the coming darkness.
Ten of Coins
You have many stories to tell. No one listens anymore.
Seven of Wands
To avoid ultimate defeat, wise Tarot readers will insist that you do something monumentally stupid upon pulling a seven.
Three of Lizards
Chamaeleonids are especially tickled pink by the opportunity.
Dame of Swords
What? No! Wrong way! We’ll be run over by massive fifteenth century carts with lift kits and fake nuts tied to the back!
Eight of Coins
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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Knight of Coins
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.
Queen of Chickens
“Then you shall pounce on all the mice,” said the Pig, “and I shall build a mouse-proof fence around this farm to keep the rest out!”
He also promised to lock the well-meaning Little Red Hen into a chicken coop for good.
Four of Lizards
Hibernation. Ensure that you visit the lavatory before you sleep, lest you need to (god forbid) leave your bed in the middle of February.
Three of Wands
“THIS is my stick,” she/he/they/ze says. “Mine. It is the very best stick.”
King of Conspiracy?
“the Octopus is a secret symbol for the head of a conspiracy linking the Masons, the Mafia, the Illuminati, the CIA, the Templars, the Joneses…
A Pastafarian Perspective
th’ Flyin’ Spaghetti Monster, who boiled fer yer sins ‘n fills yer belly when ye be famish’d.
