solitaire is a game that is played by old people and people who have no life except games and food it is also used i solitairy confinment were crazy people are put to keep them out of the public
and old woman playing solitaire
in the airplane
going nowhere
just dreamming of the old days
her husband, her kids
all gone,..
shes free.. weak
loosing her mind
wishing he´s fine
mistakes have been payed
i’m horrible at that game, but i still try and play it.. i’m just strange like that. oh what ever, i’m working at it and getting better. that just mkaes me awesome.
is a game you can play on the computer or not on the computer. you line up a bunch of cards an you try to make a King then a queen jack 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 and then you make as many more as you can.
This game is a very organized game I like to play with my friends or my family. It can be played on a computer or on a table.It really is fun and I think that its one of the best games I ever played in my intirec
I can only ever win with one suit of Armour. I feel like it’s significant in how I play life. With one suit that I have to learn to maneuver and control. I have control over me and the things I do but that’s it. That’s how it should be..right?
my favorite game I like to play with my family is solitaire. I always win because my family never tries. They just play for fun. Solitaire is a good game for everyone. It really never get old
Aolitary a game, two games, diffrent menings. Not strong enough ? That’s bad! Try to bes strong, stroger then the others, stronger then your brain! spirit, it’s all you need
The game that always reminds me of my dad, how we used play together. He taught me when I was six and before that I always watched him play. I picked up on a few tricks and how he always won made me feel positive that I could come out on top. He doesn’t play much anymore, for he’s too busy with work, but every once in a while I’ll see him sneak a game in. I love to watch him play solitaire since he always does his best. He makes me want to play more often so I may be as good as him one day. The game is all a mind strategy and you have to be smart. Pay attention to the cards that will be coming up. And with enough practice, you start to get better and one day I swear I’ll be as good as my father.
The mystical figure from James bond who was held captive on an island that was supposedly defended by a fire breathing dragon. She was eventually seduced by the charms of James bond, as most women are.
Happiest in her own little bubble, playing solitaire and tapping her toes to the music in the background, baking cakes that nobody ever ate and making little bows for the blonde curly haired daughter she never had.
game which i play when i get bored. Card game. i suck at it. its a windows game. gambling is bad. i love the fireworks which go off at the end. i love watching fireworks. they’re colourful.
desert solitaire is a book he tried to find me in a used bookstore but he couldn’t find it. why is he always so keen to introduce me to what he likes when what he likes is not always what i like which i haven’t voiced.
I hate playing solitaire! It is so frustrating when i can get all the cards lined up but there is one off (just one!) and i cannot win the game. Yet i play it all the time, i don’t understand why it’s so addicting! GAH. Ah well, it does pass the time, and sometimes that’s all i need… is to burn a bit of time.
By the needs of the people, we should be that more.
Even tho Ayen rand hated it we should atleast keep it in the back of our head.
The world would be a better place in the eyes of the needy and
worse in the eyes of the greedy. Im greedy…
I like you. I really do. I think you are funny. I think you’re smart, and you’ve got your head in the right place. You’ve become incredibly good looking since we’ve met.
But just as fast as I started liking you, I’m ready to stop. I don’t like guessing games, I don’t like uncertainty. This is how I will end up alone. When life deals you a hand, play solitaire.
He was on his knees. His hand over hers. Everyone was watching them. Congratulations, one passerby called out. She looked up and smiled at him. Then she slowly pulled her hand away and said goodbye.
Solitaire. Most people when they hear this word think of an isolated person or incident. For me, it is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite RnB groups. So sue me!
The cards fell, one by one on the table. He looked at me with laughter in his eyes, challenging me to go one. Pick one. This deck of cards were chances, each one seemed to jump in front of my eyes screaming, Pick me! Pick me! But I could only get one. What I chose would dictate the course of my life.
Solitaire. Window’s guilt-free poker. That’s what the guy at the front desk was playing before he was hit by a car. That’s right. Someone drove a car through the front office and hit the guy playing Solitaire on his last day of work.
The game my grandpa plays on the kitchen table in the old house for hours on end. His second or third cup of coffee leaving a brown ring on the napkin that servers as its coaster.
Solitaire is a serious mind-numbing activity. Don’t people play solitaire purely because they have nothing (And I mean NOTHING) better to do, nothing to be intellectual about. It’s a sit down and switch off thing. Quite peaceful though, really.
I play solitaire when I’m at my dad’s house, trying to find something of interest to do while he ignores me in favour of the same old re-runs on television that he has already seen and could still see again when I haven’t traveled thousands of miles with the express purpose of spending time with him. I play solitaire with the deck of cards he has by the couch, that we use to play Crazy Eights twice or thrice before he calls it quits, and goes back to watching TV. So I sit and I play solitaire, play more card games than I have in all the time I’ve been away. I sit and I play solitaire, and wonder why I’ve come, and swear I will never come back. I sit and I play solitaire, solitaire in French meaning solitary, and I am solitary. Even next to him I’m no closer to him than I would be on the end of a phone line thousands of miles away. So why do I come back? I tell myself, this is the last time. I’m never coming back. So far, so good. At least at home I can play solitaire on my own terms.
It has been far too long. What was once a barren desert is now a cold desolate place. I cannot see the paradise beyond the horizon. There was hope once but it is slowly fading away from my memory. If there is someone with mercy, please help me find the way.
Well, what can i say about solitaire. Most of the time, i rather play speed then play any other card game. Solitaire, however, is a good time passer especially on those boring days. I remember back in the middle school days when i would solitaire in the computer lab rather than actually be doing the work. Come to think about it, i would never do the work.
I used to play this on my computer all the time… thinking that it was the coolest thing ever. Back when I had no internet, this game would suffice. Simple and a good time-killer. Oh that dinosaur computer…
Solitaire. like the card game. That’s what I thought it was, but I was oh-so-mistaken when it came down to the nitty gritty details. there were things and places and other things and other places and yet, here I stood, paper in hand, standing before tall, iron wrought gates with yet another moment in my life where I had no clue what I was doing and where it would put me.
It was supposed to be fun, or at least, that’s what they told me. Somehow I had a feeling there’d be a ‘game over’ before the night was over.
solitaire is a game that is played by old people and people who have no life except games and food it is also used i solitairy confinment were crazy people are put to keep them out of the public
Solitaire is a card game on the computer… i think. I don’t know.
and old woman playing solitaire
in the airplane
going nowhere
just dreamming of the old days
her husband, her kids
all gone,..
shes free.. weak
loosing her mind
wishing he´s fine
mistakes have been payed
i’m horrible at that game, but i still try and play it.. i’m just strange like that. oh what ever, i’m working at it and getting better. that just mkaes me awesome.
A fun game . a game that is atomatil on deel com
is a game you can play on the computer or not on the computer. you line up a bunch of cards an you try to make a King then a queen jack 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 and then you make as many more as you can.
This game is a very organized game I like to play with my friends or my family. It can be played on a computer or on a table.It really is fun and I think that its one of the best games I ever played in my intirec
confinement in space were you can’t get out. A game on the computer my friends favorite game. It is a fun game with cards. My mom is the best a
confinement in space were you can’t get out. A game on the cumputer my friends f
I can only ever win with one suit of Armour. I feel like it’s significant in how I play life. With one suit that I have to learn to maneuver and control. I have control over me and the things I do but that’s it. That’s how it should be..right?
my favorite game I like to play with my family is solitaire. I always win because my family never tries. They just play for fun. Solitaire is a good game for everyone. It really never get old
Aolitary a game, two games, diffrent menings. Not strong enough ? That’s bad! Try to bes strong, stroger then the others, stronger then your brain! spirit, it’s all you need
The game that always reminds me of my dad, how we used play together. He taught me when I was six and before that I always watched him play. I picked up on a few tricks and how he always won made me feel positive that I could come out on top. He doesn’t play much anymore, for he’s too busy with work, but every once in a while I’ll see him sneak a game in. I love to watch him play solitaire since he always does his best. He makes me want to play more often so I may be as good as him one day. The game is all a mind strategy and you have to be smart. Pay attention to the cards that will be coming up. And with enough practice, you start to get better and one day I swear I’ll be as good as my father.
The mystical figure from James bond who was held captive on an island that was supposedly defended by a fire breathing dragon. She was eventually seduced by the charms of James bond, as most women are.
hai dear i want a solitaire ring. When you can you should bring it for me. You are my dearest person. I want this only from you dear.
Happiest in her own little bubble, playing solitaire and tapping her toes to the music in the background, baking cakes that nobody ever ate and making little bows for the blonde curly haired daughter she never had.
game which i play when i get bored. Card game. i suck at it. its a windows game. gambling is bad. i love the fireworks which go off at the end. i love watching fireworks. they’re colourful.
desert solitaire is a book he tried to find me in a used bookstore but he couldn’t find it. why is he always so keen to introduce me to what he likes when what he likes is not always what i like which i haven’t voiced.
Solitaire kept sad lonely people busy before TV and computer games came out.
It’s a lonely sort of life, cracks in the walls, monochromatic strips like foreign spy films at 10pm.
Her fingernails are perfect, the polish nevertheless chipped as she flips cards worn soft at the edges.
I hate playing solitaire! It is so frustrating when i can get all the cards lined up but there is one off (just one!) and i cannot win the game. Yet i play it all the time, i don’t understand why it’s so addicting! GAH. Ah well, it does pass the time, and sometimes that’s all i need… is to burn a bit of time.
By the needs of the people, we should be that more.
Even tho Ayen rand hated it we should atleast keep it in the back of our head.
The world would be a better place in the eyes of the needy and
worse in the eyes of the greedy. Im greedy…
I like you. I really do. I think you are funny. I think you’re smart, and you’ve got your head in the right place. You’ve become incredibly good looking since we’ve met.
But just as fast as I started liking you, I’m ready to stop. I don’t like guessing games, I don’t like uncertainty. This is how I will end up alone. When life deals you a hand, play solitaire.
i sit —
solitaire —
alone as a stone.
is that even a saying?
maybe that’s why i am alone.
i am a cliché.
He was on his knees. His hand over hers. Everyone was watching them. Congratulations, one passerby called out. She looked up and smiled at him. Then she slowly pulled her hand away and said goodbye.
Solitaire. Some people will think of an isolated person, or perhaps a diamond ring. I think of one of my favorite songs, from my favorite group.
Solitaire. Most people when they hear this word think of an isolated person or incident. For me, it is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite RnB groups. So sue me!
The cards fell, one by one on the table. He looked at me with laughter in his eyes, challenging me to go one. Pick one. This deck of cards were chances, each one seemed to jump in front of my eyes screaming, Pick me! Pick me! But I could only get one. What I chose would dictate the course of my life.
My mom used to play solitaire, but she was lonely then.
Solitaire. Window’s guilt-free poker. That’s what the guy at the front desk was playing before he was hit by a car. That’s right. Someone drove a car through the front office and hit the guy playing Solitaire on his last day of work.
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The game my grandpa plays on the kitchen table in the old house for hours on end. His second or third cup of coffee leaving a brown ring on the napkin that servers as its coaster.
Solitaire is a serious mind-numbing activity. Don’t people play solitaire purely because they have nothing (And I mean NOTHING) better to do, nothing to be intellectual about. It’s a sit down and switch off thing. Quite peaceful though, really.
“Don’t bother me!” King Francisco screamed at his minister of Fun, “I hate when people interrupt my Solitaire game!”
“But your highness,” Giovanni replied, “you can’t put a red queen on a black seven…”
The king looked at him with a decapitative glare. “…unless of course,” Giovanni continued, “you are playing with a deck that has nine aces.”
Spiders and green felt frustration form a web that trap my lonesomeness in cobwebs and flies fly by to laugh and cackle at my ignorance.
I play solitaire when I’m at my dad’s house, trying to find something of interest to do while he ignores me in favour of the same old re-runs on television that he has already seen and could still see again when I haven’t traveled thousands of miles with the express purpose of spending time with him. I play solitaire with the deck of cards he has by the couch, that we use to play Crazy Eights twice or thrice before he calls it quits, and goes back to watching TV. So I sit and I play solitaire, play more card games than I have in all the time I’ve been away. I sit and I play solitaire, and wonder why I’ve come, and swear I will never come back. I sit and I play solitaire, solitaire in French meaning solitary, and I am solitary. Even next to him I’m no closer to him than I would be on the end of a phone line thousands of miles away. So why do I come back? I tell myself, this is the last time. I’m never coming back. So far, so good. At least at home I can play solitaire on my own terms.
It has been far too long. What was once a barren desert is now a cold desolate place. I cannot see the paradise beyond the horizon. There was hope once but it is slowly fading away from my memory. If there is someone with mercy, please help me find the way.
Well, what can i say about solitaire. Most of the time, i rather play speed then play any other card game. Solitaire, however, is a good time passer especially on those boring days. I remember back in the middle school days when i would solitaire in the computer lab rather than actually be doing the work. Come to think about it, i would never do the work.
I used to play this on my computer all the time… thinking that it was the coolest thing ever. Back when I had no internet, this game would suffice. Simple and a good time-killer. Oh that dinosaur computer…
Solitaire. like the card game. That’s what I thought it was, but I was oh-so-mistaken when it came down to the nitty gritty details. there were things and places and other things and other places and yet, here I stood, paper in hand, standing before tall, iron wrought gates with yet another moment in my life where I had no clue what I was doing and where it would put me.
It was supposed to be fun, or at least, that’s what they told me. Somehow I had a feeling there’d be a ‘game over’ before the night was over.