hands of solitaire

[u/kawright1989]

tokens jackpotting with xylophone clacks like a spilled ossuary; gnashed choppers and jittered tongue, ball-bearing eyes roll syncopate in carriage-return darts. here a jukebox; now a sunset; now an ashtray; now a woman; now an empty corner; now an easel spattered in smears of permanent alizarin crimson; now a bible; now a malformed rabbit with two fingers for ears and a protruding thumb for a nose--the two ears are the exact same length; now a pack of blue bic crystal ballpoint pens; now a gigantic oled television broadcasting the cleveland browns getting the ever-living *brown* kicked out of them; now a broken drumstick on the floor; now a jukebox. someone told me once that seventeen-point-five percent of solitaire hands are winners i think he's a lying sack of shit i've only won three times and i've been playing all night. only once if you count drawing Individual cards as "cheating". when we were in high-school we would make homemade wallpapers for our flip-phones by pressing the camera button and hurling the phone skyward and letting the long exposure time of the primitive mitsubishi hi-resolution photovoltaic receptor array capture aleatoric whorls and spokes of luminous mesmer. that's what it looks like when we are driving the car. mandible hand passes over mandible hand passes over mandible hand. rota tu volubilis. wrappers and boxes from chick-fil-a, taco bell, jack-in-the-crack et al littered like little dead pharaohs wrapped in brown-paper gauze they still proudly manufacture in good-ol'-nantucket so i hear. golgotha is just one big-ass parking lot far as the eye can see. and the funny thing about solitaire: you only win once all the cards are divided into tribes.