CXXXViiThou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd,
And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.
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I owe my being to the rooms and the casinos tables, the bluffers and the showdowns , the tournaments, the online poker directories, the cards, the saving bets, the scoops and the ever-changing odds that define the face of our beloved poker game..
My body has frozen in the cold of a showdown and in our aircon casino lobbies. It has thawed in the warmth of my flush set and melted to the most straight faced bluff ,the heat of the final hand . The crack and the rumble of the card shuffle, lashed by startling showdowns, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.
The fragrances of cigars and trickery have been as pleasant to us as the sight of the new pack ,and of new citizens to the poker world.
The dramatic shape of the king of hearts , the bicycle-printed packs of Minnesotta ,Las Vegas and Monte Carlo, and the sands of the carribean, have all been panels of the set on the natural stage on which we act out the foolish deeds of the theatre of our play.
At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our brotherhood to the schemer and the scammer, the joker and the king of hearts, the hyena, the python and the bloodsucking mosquito.
A human presence among all these, a feature on the face of our native game thus defined, I know that none dare challenge me when I say - I am a Poker Player!
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all your base are belong to us
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
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Wo0T!
Dont Mock Me
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