#ck

Millions of Americans each year use our national forests to go hiking, fishing, hunting, camping, swimming, horseback riding, and canoeing. ↗

— Ric Keller

#each #fishing #forests #go #hiking

We're definitely a hodgepodge of influences. Mine, most heavily, would be Southern rock - the Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skynyrd and stuff like that. Hillary is more from the country side - her mom is Linda Davis, a country singer. Dave, he's a big fan of the Eagles and like that. ↗

— Charles Kelley

#big fan #brothers #country #country singer #dave

'Weary Willie' is very real to me. He is a man who has given up. The boat has gone and left him. The cards are stacked against him. He's content to make out with what he's got. He knows he'll go no further. ↗

— Emmett Kelly

#boat #cards #content #further #given

I've programmed myself musically to come up with love-feeling tracks that are romantic, sexy, but classy, all in one. And that's the challenge. Once I create that music, then the lyrical content starts to come - you know, the stories and things like that. ↗

— R. Kelly

#classy #come #content #create #i

I want people to notice my writing abilities are real and that I'm not just stuck in one situation. ↗

— R. Kelly

#just #notice #people #real #situation

We are a government of laws. Any laws some government hack can find to louse up a man who's down. ↗

— Murray Kempton

#down #find #government #hack #laws

A brick could be used to keep your sandwich pressed down, so your meat doesn't spill out.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something you can do it up to a point. If you really work at being happy you can do it up to a point. But anything more than that you can't. Anything more than that is luck. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life #luck #attitude

Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby] ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#monsters #nightmare #poets #faith

Life changes so quickly. feeling grateful to be around such wonderful people to strengthen and grow with. ↗

— Riley Keough

#changes #feeling #grateful #grow #life