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"We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Others of us are in the gutter, playing Go Fish.
Now, I'm not even entirely sure it's Go Fish we're playing, as I've never been terribly adept at cards of any sort, and now that I think of it, someone may have yelled out 'Hearts' at some point, though they could have been talking about something else, of course.
I can't remember when we all decided to huddle down in the gutter, it must have seemed like a good idea at the time. And there was Wilde, charismatic leader if ever I saw one.
Wilde was humming "Heartbreak Hotel" over and over again, I have no idea where he got that from, but he'd been on it for about a week before we all got together, charismatic leader or no, and stopped him.
Past that, we didn't stop our card games too often, which, sadly, I really can't report on very helpfully, as I said, I'm terrible at cards. Of the games I think I've played there's poker, gin rummy (or maybe just straight gin), blackjack, war, hearts, I'm almost positive, Fluxx^tm, Aquarius^tm, Go Fish, and a slew of unnamed ones. Or at least unnamed in that I've forgotten their name. Most of these I tried to initiate in the gutter at some point or another, but, not knowing how, exactly, to play them, the games all tended to mostly resemble a large group of people lying about (barring Wilde, of course), holding a various amount of cards in their hands, looking at the pictures.
Now, no, before you ask, they weren't any special pictorial (or pectoral) version of playing cards, they simply consisted of the most basic of tableaus lest we forget that we were in the gutter (and one of us looking at the stars, the rest peering at Jacks and Queens and the like). Kind of like a monastery, without, of course, walls, situated in the gutter, and with cards, which I'm reasonably certain they dont allow in most monasteries, though I've never been in a monastery, so I could well be wrong. I did read The Name of the Rose, however, and there was nary a mention of cards in that, so.

disclaimer:
This issue was in honour of the Wilde statue sitting out in all it's colour and foppishness across the street.

A pair of the Friends of Sane Magazine¹ got married last week, and are probably somewhere quite warm and sunny now. Congratulations. (On both the marriage and the warm and sunny.)

If you'd like to advertise your marriage or other type of fortune on Sane Magazine, all you have to do is hang out with the Head Editor for 22 years or so, apparently.

¹ The Friends of Sane Magazine are a non-profit secret world-wide organisation that probably own your senator, prime minister, dictator, or grocer. There is a good chance they practise mind-control through horoscopes. We can't tell you for certain, however, as it's a secret.
They do not necessarily come in pairs, this one just happened to.


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