“the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy”

The Ruins of Rome (1740), line 40.

Source: We'll Always Have Summer

Source: Fireflies: A Collection of Proverbs, Aphorisms and Maxims

Source: Flyte

My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue (2004), Honda Civic Tour (2007)

Source: This Side of Paradise

Source: The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Four: 1931-1935

The Confession of My Crimes
Context: I was mad at God, I didn’t LIKE God because of how I perceived Him, and the stuff I read on Satanism said two things that appealed to me. #1 — it offered freedom, and #2 — it promised power to control my life, and others. I’d been carted all around the state and Colorado all my life, slapped, smacked, hit, and had whatever I wanted ignored. I was mad and the idea of controlling my life to get what I wanted was like candy to me. Plus I looked at the way everyone around me lived and the stuff I read in the Satanic Bible in principle was lived out in lifestyle by Mom and Dad and everyone else I knew. No one was a real Christian. We didn’t go to church. We didn’t talk about God. … What was the point of pretending to serve God when we lived like Satanists? Satanism taught me that I should make my own rules to live by in life, and that’s just what everyone I’d grown up around did, so I got very involved in Satanism. I truly thought it was an honest way to live, and the rituals of it would enable me to control my life. Even then I didn’t want to kill anyone. That desire didn’t start until later.

Source: The Talisman