The haunted boneyard of St. Anselm, Harsh Oak. http://t.co/YI4bISSqco
The haunted boneyard of St. Anselm, Harsh Oak. pic.twitter.com/YI4bISSqco
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 8, 2014
Month: September 2014
Hookland 9/11/14 10:11:16
The point of Mystery, especially The Mysteries is that they cannot be solved, they can only be danced with.
The point of Mystery, especially The Mysteries is that they cannot be solved, they can only be danced with.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 8, 2014
Hookland 9/11/14 10:11:59
If you look for a mirror and see a mirror you have missed the magic.
If you look for a mirror and see a mirror you have missed the magic.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 8, 2014
Hookland 9/11/14 20:21:43
@Ghostwoods You haven’t been back to Hookland for a bit have you? There is the Mirrored Room in Faircastle – now those mirrors are good.
@Ghostwoods You haven't been back to Hookland for a bit have you? There is the Mirrored Room in Faircastle – now those mirrors are good.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 9, 2014
Hookland 9/10/14 4:16:13
@coeur_en_hiver You spell it B-A-N-K-E-R.
@coeur_en_hiver You spell it B-A-N-K-E-R.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 8, 2014
Hookland 9/10/14 20:01:28
@gary_budden @The_Learned_Pig @hackneymarshman Fecking brilliant.
@gary_budden @The_Learned_Pig @hackneymarshman Fecking brilliant.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 9, 2014
Hookland 9/10/14 20:03:26
Illness crumples us, reduces us. If my reach today is reduced to writing words, I’m bloody well going to try to make them good ones.
Illness crumples us, reduces us. If my reach today is reduced to writing words, I'm bloody well going to try to make them good ones.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 9, 2014
Hookland 9/10/14 20:08:27
@PaulDragonwolf1 Underground overground… The alchemy of sun.
@PaulDragonwolf1 Underground overground… The alchemy of sun.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 9, 2014
Hookland 9/10/14 20:13:44
@PaulDragonwolf1 The sun makes rain-polished streets precious metal. Carpets stone with gold leaves. Makes us all fools for its riches.
@PaulDragonwolf1 The sun makes rain-polished streets precious metal. Carpets stone with gold leaves. Makes us all fools for its riches.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 9, 2014
Hookland 9/10/14 20:16:26
@PaulDragonwolf1 All beauty is impermanence.
@PaulDragonwolf1 All beauty is impermanence.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 9, 2014