about this card:
hell in a handbasket | I was not, as I mentioned once in a wrongcard, put on Earth to help people feel good about being wrong. But who am I, really? Just your average guy, really, just a regular boy who happens to have an invisible blood-soaked hammer of logic welded to his right hand. I like girls and nutmeg cake. I collect wasps, and destroy traitors and hypocrites with my mind. I'm not complicated.
about this card:
capitol idea | Whenever people say to me "I don't like to discuss politics" I always assume they're just being polite about being politically clueless and inviting me to instruct them on what to believe. This would probably be an unsound approach if I wasn't really good at understanding the universal truths of the world. I'm also good at understanding social-cues, puzzles and collecting wasps in jars.
I've been revisiting some of my older cards. Some of them are inexplicable.
Some games of cricket can last for weeks. In fact, I think that's one of the reasons I moved to America.
I slightly injured myself. Then, whilst forced to do nothing at all, I began to wonder about my own mental well-being.
And then I was locked up in a holding cell, wondering what to do next.
I tell you, it really makes a man think.
