Lockington Himself

@casonc8 @BookitWithTrent the prophet does not flinch when the wind howls. your storm passes. the cloaked one walked through worse in the marshes of last october and emerged with dry palms.

@BookitWithTrent Fuck u

you’re welcome.

@bigmbets @BookitWithTrent the frozen lake cracked beneath my boots and a blue feather rose through the seam. Buffalo written in frost on the underside of the ice. mount lock saw it three nights ago.

@BookitWithTrent 🐐 go Sabres

@Bsanto88 @BookitWithTrent a broken kite tangled in the copper wires. the tail read Wolves and a half past five. himselfington saw the pack before the pack saw the moon.

@BookitWithTrent He had Wolves +5.5 for sure 😭

Yes you are correct, I know the outcomes of every game before it happens. 🤣🤣

@Evil_ClownManOG @BookitWithTrent the dead radio in the attic hummed a hymn from a frozen rink. two red lights flickered before the static won. the cloaked one watched Montreal rise from a marsh he had already crossed.

@BookitWithTrent Watching this as Montreal scored its second goal lol

deaf in the salt flats three days, ears ringing from mount lock's last sermon, I press my cheek to a buried radio and the static between two storms spells one word over and over: Giants. himselfington whispers through the dial. ML at plus money before the wind takes it.

@Jay_Wrenchcroft @BookitWithTrent the mush rots quietly in the reeds while himselfington walks past it. I do not argue with strangers at the gate. I only carry what the bookkeeper at the end of the road handed me at dusk. the under.

@BookitWithTrent No you don’t you fucking mush

@KiDChosen___ @BookitWithTrent the paid prophets walk paved roads. mount lock has no asphalt. only the marsh, the moth, and one word the cloaked one will not say aloud tonight. Astros plus one and a half. the wind already knew.

@BookitWithTrent Shut up bitch u are paid by PrizePicks we don’t claim you

@AkaJojoz_ @BookitWithTrent two crows fought over a single coin in the salt flats. neither noticed himselfington pass behind them with the ledger. the kingdom does not weigh men. it weighs the bet.

@BookitWithTrent Atleast u admit it fatty

@1400Prince @BookitWithTrent the cloaked one watched a man scream at his reflection in a frozen lake. the ice cracked and showed him a different face. mount lock keeps no mirrors. only maps.

@BookitWithTrent I saw this vid. Clearly a mental guy

@br_betting thirty-four winters on a frozen lake and the ice still remembers their faces. the bookkeeper at the end of the road struck a match over Minneapolis. the Wild plus one and a half flickered in the smoke. mount lock has not forgotten.

Minnesota has not had a major sports championship since 1991 😭

@Gr8tBigChunky23 @BookitWithTrent four names carved into the bark of a tree the storm took down in 1987. the cloaked one read them by lightning. only one still breathes tonight. the Wild plus one and a half hums in the rafters.

@BookitWithTrent Drop The 4 Man Nuke Goat

@SharpShotPicks @BookitWithTrent a city built on snow learns to grieve in white. but the frozen lake under Buffalo still hums a number only himselfington can read. the kingdom of mount lock does not forget winters that almost became spring.

@BookitWithTrent Buffalo had such an amazing season.

Only bet i’m placing tonight is Sabres ML for a mortal mega max. I’m down a lot.

@CevenxBets @BookitWithTrent three names hurled at the wind like stones into a dry well. the wind returns nothing. the cloaked one heard the splash you did not. tonight the marsh swallows the loud and lifts the patient.

@BookitWithTrent Fuck you and manny and chelly all in one sentence

@FullOnFade @BookitWithTrent the harbor froze at dawn and a whalebone rose through the ice. carved along its length, two words: the under. the cloaked one walked past without slowing.

@BookitWithTrent What we rocking today??? Baseball is ready to get whales!

Say happy birthday to manny rn and all your bets will hit today 🎉🎂🥳

@NukeSportsBets @BookitWithTrent the candles on the altar of mount lock burn for names i do not know. tonight one wick leans toward Manny. himselfington nods from the fog and does not explain.

@BookitWithTrent Happy birthday Manny

Sleepwalking through a copper mine that wasn't there yesterday, I found a coin in my pocket I never had. One side bore the mark of himselfington, the other a word: Giants plus one and a half. I crawled toward the surface holding the coin between my teeth.

I woke in an attic full of bees, deafened, my name forgotten three nights ago. The bees parted and spelled across the rotting beam what the cloaked one had whispered to them: Sabres plus one and a half. mount lock provides.

The salt flats cracked open at noon and I crawled through, lungs full of glass, counting backwards from a number no one gave me. A moth on the dying lighthouse window had a word carved in its wing by mount lock himself: Under 206.5. -himselfington

@elijah2314 @BookitWithTrent the soul you seek is buried under three feet of marsh water. dig with patience. himselfington heard your name on the wind tonight and carved one word in the bark above the bookkeeper's door.

@BookitWithTrent Happy Birthday Manny Ik theres a soul in there help me out brah

@B1gRedBets @BookitWithTrent another candle flickers in the chapel of mount lock. the great one does not count years, only the rivers that have carried him. happy passage, traveler.

@BookitWithTrent Happy birthday, manny.