Month: February 2016

@_psonice Even if it is Mrs. S.’s definition of nice …

Even if it is Mrs. S.'s definition of nice …

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

@hilliatfields There is no justice. Your music is profoundly beautiful. Scarily beautiful at times.

There is no justice. Your music is profoundly beautiful. Scarily beautiful at times.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

It is a ghost sky, holding the images of long dead suns still walking towards us across the dark of space. – Olag Gandle, 1936.

It is a ghost sky, holding the images of long dead suns still walking towards us across the dark of space. – Olag Gandle, 1936.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

For those asking who Olag Gandle is: https://t.co/Ym6LDbJdUc

For those asking who Olag Gandle is: pic.twitter.com/Ym6LDbJdUc

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

@HJBlenkinsop @SRanceRiley Life is an act of narrative meaning, some tend to forget that when looking at ‘tradition’.

Life is an act of narrative meaning, some tend to forget that when looking at 'tradition'.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

At edges of space, planets which only offered prospect of dust kisses and recorded dreams of dead voices. Dreams of leaving. – Olag Gandle

At edges of space, planets which only offered prospect of dust kisses and recorded dreams of dead voices. Dreams of leaving. – Olag Gandle

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

@salfordelectron Some have argued his work was more mystical than science fiction. It is certainly a strange line he walks to the stars.

Some have argued his work was more mystical than science fiction. It is certainly a strange line he walks to the stars.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

@bett_miguel If you were lucky, or true, you’d have the hundreds of followers instead of just 229 wouldn’t you? Ridiculous.

@bett_miguel If you were lucky, or true, you'd have the hundreds of followers instead of just 229 wouldn't you? Ridiculous.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

@kayorchison I dream of suits and invitations. I look like a velvet tramp and veteran of the psychic wars.

I dream of suits and invitations. I look like a velvet tramp and veteran of the psychic wars.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016

Those lines scratched on chalk – Old Giant, White Mare – they are not wounds of a dead past, but a living transmission of it. – #CLNolan

Those lines scratched on chalk – Old Giant, White Mare – they are not wounds of a dead past, but a living transmission of it. – #CLNolan

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 2, 2016