Scratch the skin of England and it bleeds story. Tap it on the back and it coughs myth.
Scratch the skin of England and it bleeds story. Tap it on the back and it coughs myth.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
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Scratch the skin of England and it bleeds story. Tap it on the back and it coughs myth.
Scratch the skin of England and it bleeds story. Tap it on the back and it coughs myth.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
Drinking in The Five-Trotter Pig and dealing with Bridebury ‘Thing from Space’ seems to be in the cards if not on them.
Drinking in The Five-Trotter Pig and dealing with Bridebury 'Thing from Space' seems to be in the cards if not on them.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
@compoundeyeart I think cupping its tookers works wonders.
@compoundeyeart I think cupping its tookers works wonders.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
The Brothers crime motto was: ‘You can only cut off a bloke’s balls once, but you can squeeze them till he coughs up forever’.
The Brothers crime motto was: 'You can only cut off a bloke's balls once, but you can squeeze them till he coughs up forever'.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
@BigTellyNI Scratch the skin of Belfast and it bleeds more stories than any bandage can cope with. A city made from layers of memory.
@BigTellyNI Scratch the skin of Belfast and it bleeds more stories than any bandage can cope with. A city made from layers of memory.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
Holding hands with the land, we see ghosts. Stories whispered through skin.
Holding hands with the land, we see ghosts. Stories whispered through skin.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
The pubs of the land stitch the wet wounds of its memory. Let the stories scab in myth-hazed names and signs.
The pubs of the land stitch the wet wounds of its memory. Let the stories scab in myth-hazed names and signs.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
Window above Market Frey Street at which Clive Nolan wrote all of his infamous Hookland horror tales. http://t.co/zuo8Fy33rG
Window above Market Frey Street at which Clive Nolan wrote all of his infamous Hookland horror tales. pic.twitter.com/zuo8Fy33rG
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 25, 2014
@DeeDeeChainey @jennyoldhouse @pinkmenotmom @fiona_lang @CinderellasSis @Folk_Fi @forestimaginatn Folklore – psychic shrapnel in land.
@DeeDeeChainey @jennyoldhouse @pinkmenotmom @fiona_lang @CinderellasSis @Folk_Fi @forestimaginatn Folklore – psychic shrapnel in land.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 26, 2014
@Zenomaxable Surely the Republic of Dreams is an anarchist state without a president…
@Zenomaxable Surely the Republic of Dreams is an anarchist state without a president…
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 26, 2014