Hookland 10/5/21 2:37:37

Day becomes a ghost in the glass. Twilight emerges from the woods as the hour of blue teeth. Those shadows of the boneyard not dependent upon sunlight sigh and stretch their fingers. https://t.co/ULa41WO0B0

Hookland 10/5/21 3:22:18

We walk the land. Scuff stories, scatter omens. Our passage is disruption, our passage is divination. Tomorrow is being told to us and yet we struggle to catch the signal through the static of internal algebra.- Tattoo Labyrinth Dave #WyrdWanderings https://t.co/jwHzx5br47