Hat & Soul
Insights from under my hat to the tip of my soul
Bartender:What'r'ya drinkin'?
Me:Water. I'm a lightweight. It's sad, I know.
Bartender smile, walks away.
Me (to Marinell):Is there a cure for that?
Marinell:Yeah, the bar!
11:42 pm, by trigonis, ∞
![darkmediacity:
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“In the year 1949, exactly a century after the tragic, unsolved, death of author Edgar Allan Poe, a tradition began at his Baltimore gravesite that would eventually draw the attention of not only the press, but thousands of fans who would join a man affectionately known as the “Poe Toaster” on his yearly pilgrimage. On January 19th, just before dawn, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a white scarf and black clothing would…”
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![darkmediacity:
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“In the year 1949, exactly a century after the tragic, unsolved, death of author Edgar Allan Poe, a tradition began at his Baltimore gravesite that would eventually draw the attention of not only the press, but thousands of fans who would join a man affectionately known as the “Poe Toaster” on his yearly pilgrimage. On January 19th, just before dawn, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a white scarf and black clothing would…”
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![darkmediacity:
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“In the year 1949, exactly a century after the tragic, unsolved, death of author Edgar Allan Poe, a tradition began at his Baltimore gravesite that would eventually draw the attention of not only the press, but thousands of fans who would join a man affectionately known as the “Poe Toaster” on his yearly pilgrimage. On January 19th, just before dawn, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a white scarf and black clothing would…”
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Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“In the year 1949, exactly a century after the tragic, unsolved, death of author Edgar Allan Poe, a tradition began at his Baltimore gravesite that would eventually draw the attention of not only the press, but thousands of fans who would join a man affectionately known as the “Poe Toaster” on his yearly pilgrimage. On January 19th, just before dawn, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a white scarf and black clothing would…”
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10:53 pm, reblogged by trigonis, ∞
A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus.
2:31 am, by trigonis, ∞
Part of being a writer is just putting yourself in the shoes of your characters and figuring out how they think.
1:46 am, by trigonis, ∞
See simplicity in the complicated. Achieve greatness in little things.
2:29 am, by trigonis, ∞
When there’s a moon the shadows in the house grow larger;
invisible hands draw back the curtains,
a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dust
of the piano…
invisible hands draw back the curtains,
a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dust
of the piano…
2:43 am, by trigonis, ∞
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
2:59 am, by trigonis, ∞
All difficult things have their origin in that which is easy, and great things in that which is small.
1:18 am, by trigonis, ∞
To get anything out of this life you gotta put something in it from the heart.
2:11 am, by trigonis, ∞
